Memories

These fucking memories are haunting me,
you say.
It’s 1.30a.m.
and I’m groggy with sleep. 
But your words awaken
a sense of longing so strong, 
It pulls me out of my dreams
and pushes me into another.
 
It haunts me,
for the rest of the night
And will trail me,
for the rest of my life.

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