The Pain of Memory

The faintest traces of his memory
Cling helplessly tight to me
They won't let go
But neither will I
A reminder of what I had
Of what I could have had
Of what might have been
Taunting, teasing, jeering
A few moments of happiness
Reliving those memories
Is worth the pain that follows
The memories that haunt me
But in the sickest way
I just can't let them go
Seeing his face
Feeling his touch
Hearing his voice
Even if only in memory
Is better than nothing at all
And so the ghosts of our past
Are still haunting me