Frozen
We were happy.
We had a future.
Now she’s gone,
disappeared.
I feel like ice,
unwilling to move on
without her.
Our memories
are preserved.
But they keep trying
to thaw me,
to make me change,
to let me forget.
I won’t.
I’m frozen in time,
happy with my memories
of her,
of us.
And when we find her,
she will bring me
back to life.
Until then,
she is my memories.
And we will be
frozen together.
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