The same thoughts reappear every time.

The smile that widened on his face after seeing my own.

He always seemed so glad to see me.

I knew his intentions were never malicious.

Despite that, I couldn't help but ponder.

DId he ever find us weird?

I lied to his face repeatedly.

He always accepted it as fact.

The Burden of that Memory.

One that I carried like a turtle and its shell.

It was stuck on my back.

The thought of it oddly sticks around.

Anytime I shut my eyes tight

The image of him seemed to stare back at me.

What a clingy man he was-

Always wanting to stay by my side.

The night I had blocked him on everything I knew,

His face remained it my head.

It stayed in my head like my blood vessels.