The thought of you pulling me backwards to a place so lonely, so lost. The surge I feel emanating from my very core. Knocking me to my knees. Choking on air. The thought of you is more than my soul can bear. After tonight I’m leaving the memory of you in the past. I can’t bear to carry it any longer. Leaving the memory of you, and this trembling pain on the blank page. Then maybe I’ll burn it, shred it, or throw it in a lake. Cleansing away the pain. Opening a door to a new tomorrow without the memory of you, and this trembling pain.
– Jamie Whorton ©