Free Your Memory

17 months,
12 days,
One and a half hours,
 
She hoards the last  
memories of him
inside a small box  
of remembrances  
 
Hoping if she closes
it tight, they'll remain
tethered dreams  
 
Some days the thoughts
of him almost swallow
her whole,
she finds herself
desperately trying to  
climb out
 
If only there was a
button to press
that could free her memory,
from the pain
of so much loss,
 
She knows deep down,
no matter the hurt,
that would  
mean erasing all the good
parts too