Somewhere

Memories are just a luxury,
That I rejected and hated.
Why, then why,
When it comes rushing back to me,
I feel entralled by it?

That kind of feeling,
Just held me in the past.
The joy,
and
The sorrow.

I can't say I miss them.
I can't say I don't miss them either.
Not here, not there,
Then
Where?