memory's

Your memory overwhelms me, scares me. But I don't want to let it go, I don't want to leave it. No, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't. Something in the center of me clings to him as if it were oxygen. As if you were soothing to my horrible doom. I want to get away, I want to heal myself, but it's like a broken record, replaying moments in which we were happy... It's like a random playback where my playlist is full of, your voice, your words... Your laughter. I will cling to your memory longer, O.. At least until it is no longer a torment.