I wander around these rooms like a ghost

Memories float in the air

I gently reach up to hold one in the palm of my hand

It reminds me of what I had

And what has changed

And what I lost

It is a blade against my skin

But I prefer the pain to

Forgetting

I can't forget

Forgetting means losing what little I have left

God knows I've lost enough

My brain must have gotten packed with everything else

Because my head is light and empty

And yet

There is a heavy exhaustion in my bones

It keeps me weighed down to the earth

I am so tired

But sleep is alwasy just in sight and

Out 

Of

Reach

I don't know my own age anymore

Time is a thick jelly that slowly pushes me along

My soul feels centuries old

These memories weigh me down

But

I'll carry them to my grave