Memory Sick

I said goodbye to you three years ago though I am still trying to forget you. I see pieces of you in others, ones that that I will never know because they cannot be what I remember. You were the only girl I ever loved, but loving your ghost is not the same; it is hollow and I must learn to bury you, the child that turned into the brazen witch, the one that pulled my jigsaw heart apart. Even if we wanted to collide once more, the distance between is further than moons and the blue lips of yesterday feast on the memory of us.