You're in: there....

I'm tired of talking about it, stressing about it.... dreaming about it.

You're in:

- my sleep.

- my scrapbooks.

- my picture frames that had kept you safely packed away until last week.

- my phone; texting me at the most inopportune times.

- my 'pictures' files.

- my inbox... dozens of you.

- my memories....

- my past.

- my future?

... try as I might, you wont let me kill these memories of you.. or of us.

or is it me? Do i not let myself forget about you or us? Maybe I don't want to...

I don't even know what to do with them {these memories} ....

... wouldn't it be scary if we always got what we want?