Captive of Memory

I'm still a captive of memory. It's like I am re-reading an ancient diary. That decade-old loss still haunts me, in my dream every night I see that I am losing thee. But you have already gone to the unknown. And I'm still here, can't flee. Your absence still hurt me. Your love is still as fresh as a new day, still as firm as the Sun. I am nourishing it still, I will die with it may! I can't convey, I can't say. The only thing I can do is, I can write with my whole heart, that's my way to continue this life of dismay. No new wound can ever hurt me, as your absence gnaw me. I don't know when this nightmare will stop chasing me! When I will stop seeing that, I am getting back you every night in my dream and losing thee! I'm still a captive of my old favorite memory. Which I am re-reading, into which I'm re-living, like a drunk, still addicted to thee. Don't know when I can move on when I will be succeeded to flee! Still a captive of your memory.