Moments arise where I think back to what was,
To what could be, to what could have been.
The memories of desire, of love, of wanting her companionship;
They refuse to lie low, to go away.
They continually push up from the depths of the mind unto which they have been sent.
I struggle constantly to keep my hold over these memories, and the power they contain.
She brings out a smile whenever she appears in front of me, or is even mentioned.
These memories arise when I think back to what once made me smile,
To the moments that followed – moments of heartbreak and the complete destruction of me.
To not love her is impossible; to not be in love with her is tough,
But needs doing.