Amnesia

I went back to the places that remember you,

where laughter still echoes like it never got the memo

Same streets, same corners,

just me now… carrying ghosts.

I keep replaying the last time

your voice breaking,

your eyes saying what your words couldn’t hold.

I stood there like a man watching his own life

walk away without asking him to follow.

Tell me something…

when the world gets quiet around you,

does my name ever cross your mind

the way yours refuses to leave mine?

Because I tried to be strong,

but strength feels like pretending

I don’t still reach for you in my sleep.

I see you in everything

in songs I can’t finish,

in nights that stretch too long,

in memories that don’t ask permission to return.

And what hurts the most isn’t that I broke you…

it’s how the world kept spinning

like what we had wasn’t something sacred.

So I sit here sometimes,

wishing for something cruel but kind

to wake up and not remember life at all.

No smile.

No touch.

No yobo.

Because loving you

and losing you

feels like remembering a life

I’m no longer allowed to live.