The days dragged like centuries
passing by in front of me
But I still sat with knees bumping
staring—lost in a memory
Stuck and incapable of leaving
I'm drowning in misery.

The nights are long and cold
Like movies ending in tragedy
The pillows are wet with tears
As the past comes to visit me
Will I be able to escape?
Please let me be free.

But how do I let go
Of things that had once painted me
Made me live a memorable life
like how it was supposed to be
How do you forget someone
who'd tattooed themselves in your memory?

As vivid as the reality
I remember everything clearly
Like yesterday is replaying again
A long lost broken melody
I don't intend to let go
But it's consuming me—endlessly

The summer the tree house crumbled
and we grieved under the acacia tree
The night we escaped from your bedroom window
to attend your cousin's party
How the lights twinkled and danced in your eyes
How I finally learned to be—me

"It's time to go home."
Your arms tightly wrapped around me
The music is loud in the background
But it's you who I only see
Who'd have thought it would be the last one
I wish it didn't have to be.

But leaves fall in autumn
And winter freezes the chimney
People wilt like flowers do
and they take all the colors with them too
I wished it didn't have to be you
—the person who I loved so true.

It's a tragedy and now
I'm still sitting here under the tree
Hugging the past like a lifeline
Bleeding—where you once sat and told me
"We'll get through this together."
Once a promise...now—just a memory.
© astaire_grey
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