there is no “you” in
memory but there is “me” because now all I can see when I look back on us is everything I did to make you leave and if I exist to you now it is only as a learning experience, a wrong turn, a mistake you would not revisit again and I need you to know that is just what you are to me, only you are proof that I have the power in me to ruin, to devastate everything that I hold dearest to me. There is no “you” in memory but there is “me”, and that is my prison, my curse, my punishment.