THE ORANGE MEMORY

How do I move on when everything reminds me of you?

In my mind,

I still carry you in my arms,

You are still running around the house

and when you are tired, you lay down to rest on my lap

I still look at the ball you always love to play with

and when I clean the floor, you would always mess it up

The times when I find you sleeping on the most random spots in the house

It was funny

These were the memories playing in my mind while I was sitting

On the bathroom floor

I regretted looking at your eyes and seeing you were in pain

I knew, in that moment, that death is already holding your hand

The sound of the water on the sink covers the sound of my sorrow

I couldn't hide it anymore

I walked out of the door, you are gone.

You're just a memory now, a sweet memory.

My Orange Memory.