ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Memories real, Are they?

I close my eyes,

Saunter into my mind.

Pick you out.

Your memories, which are real, which I have carefully kept and decorated

Stashed in the corner.

The corner which is my only thought.

Because when I think of you,

those promise we made,

Those smiles we shared,

Those kisses which spoke of love's meekness,

Those hugs which lit me like stars,

Twinkling as goosebumps on my skin.

It makes me ache,

Basking in the sorrow of being left alone in this world,

When you left me and moved to the other,

Leaving me clung to my memory of happiness,

Which you took away with you

And left me with those faint memories.

Which are real, Aren't they?

Cause sometimes, they don't feel like.

A faint, faint memory.

How could I have been so happy?

How did I, ever have you?

And how could you leave me forlorn and lost,

To live with only those memories,

Which seem far away,

Which seem unreal,

But they are real,

At least, this is what I tell myself.