Sewing our Memories

I can still feel you breathing in that spot right next to me
I can still taste your kisses and imagine how things used to be
It’s all around me wherever I go and these thoughts are inescapable
God, I felt for so long that we were so unexplainably capable

‘Just keep breathing and living your life
Let out the tears when you really need to cry’
It’s all the advice I have given everyone else
But it’s just not the same when you’re telling yourself

I can’t bring myself to burn the pictures and destroy those dried roses
I look perfectly fine and okay, though, for all anyone else supposes
But the ghosts of our past are haunting me now; past, present, future
And I’m grabbing for any kind of thread so my heart can try and suture

I’ll try to crawl in myself with the memories constantly reeling
And hold out my weary heart until I get that returned sense of feeling
The dams I’ve built around my eyes have started leaking and bowing
And desperately lying in my hands, my heart continues its sewing

Sewing the wounds and tying all the loose ends
Disconnecting from who I once called my best friend
But even as the stitches are made, they rip and again tear things open wide
So, for now I’ll try to get away, and in our wonderful memories is where I’ll go to hide.