Unwelcome memories

Death brings unwelcome memories to my mind

and though I try to say, No, thank you, but goodbye

they sneack into the crevices and they make me cry.

one crystalline tear used to be so hard to muster

but now i cry freely becuase the devils in my mind

making me entertain pesimistic thoughts

of what could happen to you

and this is when I realize:

without you I would die.