the very last memory of the past
will not be so destructive, i thought.
the last page of my secret journal
will not be about pain, i thought.
the last thing i'll do before sleeping
will not remind me of you, i thought.
but the truth is horrifying and i'm haunted
because in our past memories we, like enemies,
mentally destroyed each other..
because every last page of my secret journals
are all about the painful pangs of grief i feel..
and because everything i do before and after sunset
still reminds me of you.
everything still reminds me of you...