My mind is a library of the memories we had.

You own a huge library filled with books of all the memories we had years ago.
Every book is a story of every facet that happened between us.
I keep trying to walk past by that library every time my mind wanders on its own.
Yet the strange forces that filled the books drag me in.
So I find myself crawling between the pages of each book, the letters and the words it contains covered me like dusts.
Even if I try to wipe them away, they cling into my skin.
The way our memories and you cling into my heart.

(v.a.)