I hold onto memories of you because I'm worried I will forget. All that is left of you in this world are the memories of you. 

The words you've written. The glove you wore. Pictures of you. 

But most of all, the memories. I feel like it's a duty to hold onto them, and even if it's painful I hold tighter because if I stop thinking and remembering I feel like you will truly be gone forever. 

I had some time off a few weeks back. I sat on a tall hill with a view of the endless sea and sky all around. The wind buffeted everything. I was thinking about this. Because no matter how hard I hold on, the truth is you are gone. 

I know I know this. "Dead". I know this word. 

Remembering you won't change the fact that you are - gone. 

I can let go, I think. Even after letting go, I doubt I will forget. But I can let the flavour of sadness change. I think it is time to try.