Of These Reminders

Now i only see our intimacy lost-
These thoughts repeatedly creep back to mind
Trivial details
Reminders that certain objects and actions
Can never again possess their simple meaninglessness
That they will always linger in an over-defined state
That they now possess and hide our intimacy-
That they eternally capture and freeze us
And dance back as secrets, as memories...
My tormentor
Rooms that slowly overtake me:
When i think that i can return to some form of peaceful existence
Rooms and toys and thoughts and laughter
That seems forever intertwined with my thoughts for you
Fleeting moments of who we were, that keep my life from moving on
I feel rocked into a comfortable way of life
In which i prefer to live with these reminders...
Rather than make my new beginnings