Victoria Parker

Illustration by Victoria Parker

Many seem to think that letting go means forgetting.
Although I said goodbye, you still exist in the crevices of my mind.
The bittersweet memories give me a taste of all I left behind.
The reel of memory that I replay over and over again keeps you here with me,
It fuels my incessant longing of the way things used to be
Back when my fear was repressed and I felt invincible, I felt happy.
The cold, cruel night took you away from me my love,
I imagine you still here with me, since reality is tough to grasp.
I need to realize that some memories belong in the past.
The whirlwind of grief still exists, chilling my bones like an eerie song.
Without you, life continues, but I cannot help but feel that a part of me is gone.