A memory is a blessing,

A moment in disguise,

Each thought a passing moment,

Right between your eyes.

It is a solemn escape,

The darkness in the light,

But that was what I said,

Before one kept me up at night.

Your words were like a dagger,

Sharp, smooth and cold,

For when I wished to have your heart,

It was no longer mine to hold.

You became distant,

A burden in my mind,

A cut that always bled,

The one I had yet to find.

I searched for you once more,

In hopes you’d taken back what you told,

But like I said before,

Your heart was no longer mine to hold.

You were the heavy weight in my chest,

What woke me from my reverie,

To sleep I must tell myself,

You were just a burden in my memory.