Memories

I am killing each one of them everyday.
In silence, without a trace, with nobody watching.
I cut them up and bury them deep
in the forest of the forgotten.
In a graveyard that I will never find again.

Despite this, I know that one day
they will find their way back -

In my dreams, or in broad daylight,
while I am brushing my teeth
staring at myself in the mirror
or walking alone on the way home.

One day they will come to find me,
but they will not find the same person.