Memories are Vices

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Carly Ungerer

I can still remember the last time I had you.

Years and years ago.

I can still feel you

In my veins, 

my mind, 

my heart.

I can’t get you out.

Your echoes rattle my bones.

When I see you,

in crossed paths and collisions,

I see a stranger,

whose heart I know too well.

when we speak,

I reconcile then and now.

new people, old people:

a mixture I can’t quite swallow.

I wish I could know all of it like I used to.

I wish I could purge you from my system.

I wish I could keep you in my blood so I don’t have to let you go.

I can never seem to leave you behind.

You are my greatest vice.