Oh Wretched Memories (The Green Eyed Moster)

Memories still fresh in their place are being ripped from their roots. And the aching holes left with nothing yet to fill, leave me troubled. I must find ways to fill the gaps. What about it bothers me more: The urgency with which it happens, the seeming need for her to do this, or maybe it’s that it bothers me at all that has things compounding into infinity. I don’t know if I should be insulted or happy in my naivety. The resolution is distraction. There is nothing left for me but to find things to fill the holes, the memories cannot be reborn or re-kindled, it has moved too far.

Tonight likely wont be the last of it, I must find my resolution tomorrow.