The Persistence of Memory

I feel restrained, the chains of misery bind my hands

I want to feel the world around me, but I can’t

I want to hear the music of the spheres

However, his song is faint; I do not hear his melodies anymore

My chest is slowly tightening, my heart is barely beating

My lungs are now out of breath

Each time I see a familiar route, I shudder with despair

The world spins round and round

The sound of his voice still rings in my ears

His name and every fiber of his being bring tears into my eyes

I die a little each time I remember his face

I am broken and bent

The persistence of his memory is killing me

I get colder as stone as the days go by

And yet I melt every time I see a glimpse of a familiar scene

I will learn soon enough, how to forget him

The trace of his face, his hazel eyes that looked at me with fire

I would burn forever if he still gazed in my direction

But that stops right now, my obsession

But then I could not resist to reminisce

I am not sure how or where to begin

Or will this memory ever leave my mind

I am sure of one thing, though

I will enjoy every single moment that I had with him until it all goes away…

Sarah Montenegro

Sarah is an NYC professional by day, a writer by night. She writes horror and tragic stories, and sometimes, about past lives. Recently, she tried dabbling into poetry. You can email her at and you can check out her short stories at

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