Run.

your scent lingers in the hallways of my memory your voice it echoes within empty rooms and never goes silent nor fades away and the sorrowful bittersweet yet grand symphonic chorus of regret and repressed memories and emotions it floods once again it threatens to engulf to wash away to fill every empty space in my mind and give it weight your scent your voice it attracts me yet I am haunted by it get away it makes me want to run and run away far far away from everything from but it overwhelms me

all I can do is take you into my arms and suffer from the fleeting happiness you give me