Ghost

I used to know you.
I used to think I could recognize you anywhere in any way.
Not anymore.
It's such a cliché that all clichés are true
But it's true.
I don't know you anymore.
Change comes, it's just life, I know
But I never thought it would mean to let you go.
With you goes a part of me, with me stays your previous versions,
but these are fading too.
It seems that as much as I think back, more and more the memories change, as if I'm peeling off the images of you like old layers of paint, until there's nothing left.
So I won't think of you. I won't cry for you. I'll leave the paint to fade on its own.
That's the only way to keep you safe, the one I used to know, instead of tearing down the walls and forgetting everything.
You will be the skelleton of the house we wanted to build, and I'll leave you purple flowers in honor of the bricks we managed to pile.
But that is all I can do and that's all we can be.