Blissful memories only make me feel sad,

because what I'm remembering can no longer be had.

It only exists within the confines of my mind.

I need to crawl deep inside there and push "Rewind."

What was once a daily onrush of joy is now dead.

My heart feels like a living creature that was beaten over the head.

I feel sorry for my downtrodden heart, for it misses

those peaceful summer nights with you under the moon's kisses

and the touch of your arm when you first drew me near.

I recall those times and wish they would disappear.

They're no longer happening, so what is the point?

I wish I could pack my bags and hightail it out of this joint.

It's the place called my mind, where I'm banished to remember

a love that's sadly gone and was brutally dismembered.

Blissful memories only make me want to scream,

because we can never recapture our beautiful dream.

How I hate those memories that once made me laugh,

because now I feel like I've been split in half.

Part of me is in a state of never-ending dismay,

while the other part has gone astray.

That part is you, love. Do you miss me, too?

Are those blissful memories also tormenting you?