The grey brittle memories

Vivid, but eggshell-like

So I take care of them

And I only revisit the feelings with great vigilance

In case they crack

In case they crumble back into their original nothingness

They used to be sun-kissed, airtight, and full of hopeful youth

Like drunk lovers undressing each other

Like naked desires discovering one another

There was something so very raw about hat time

Something unfiltered and vulnerable

I can only think of the time

Imagine how I perceived and listen back to the words I sang

Read the lines I wrote

But I can never go back

And I don't want to go back

Now I carry the stories around like the shadows of ghosts

Like the ashes of a wildfire

Having you there on my neck

Could you, could you, could you

Could you make me feel again?

Could you make me love again?

Could you make me?