Memories will not keep you awake,

Nightmares will.

They are known to creep into the fringes of your mind and make you expect me to come back,

and when I don’t ,

To you I am not what your words sketched out.

I am another ripped out band aid,

That did not even heal a wound,

I am another sticky note on the unwanted corners of your clipboard,

That never catches your eye, and yellows with time.

I am just another happiness turned into the lost track of seconds , then into lost time itself,

I am in a void, where I choke and you smirk,

I am a half eaten apple dried up in the sun,

I am the chewed up parts of your conversation,

I am all that you never want to get back to.

Yet,

Why don’t you drop the reins,

And let me walk away?

If I am the half that would never be your whole,

Why has your occasional and convenient memory kept me in the dark that sunlight only rarely pellets?

Memories do not keep you awake after all,

Nightmares do.

And I want to live as neither,

And I want to hit the ground,

Tonight, you would be the ghost back in space 

While I dream.