I cling, I cling

Cling

In this river of solitude

Where happiness continues to elude

I cling, I cling to traces of bliss

As I reminisce about a smile playing on his lips.

When someone walks by that reminds me of him,

I try to avert my gaze, I can’t let him win.

But deep down I cling, I cling to the sensations

Trying to remember the texture of his skin.

When the pain is too much to bear,

I pretend to not care

But deep down I cling, I cling,

to memories of what we used to be.