Purgatory

If I could find a way to forget. burn all the memories glued to my chest. Then I'd be happy just like you, Carefree and blessed, But then a part of you would die. The part of you only I knew. You've undressed out of your old clothes. Burned and ragged they lie, I try to wear them to keep the old you alive. I am not you, You are not you. The fabric whispers lies. As long as I sit here heartsore, Then that part of you lives on. The ghost of you starts to fade away, I tighten my grasp although you wont stay. But in the mirror the ghost of me, Fades with you eternally.