In the midst of memory warehouse

And, here I am, stuck again,
struggling to reinvent myself,
because, you are still provoking days of old.
And, while nothing is ever forgotten,
I will secure the fact that you will be misplaced.
For the sake of my ability to breathe,
And, for the spirit of one day,
uncovering a smile.
So, please, remain tucked and hidden,
like a beautifully long one-sided hide-and-seek.