Brave

Love only becomes a memory
A photograph, a meaningless tattoo
A letter, a gift, a withered flower
it embeds into your mind
You play over conversations in your head everyday
Daydream your memories.
It starts when the color fade out from memories
Reduced to shades of black and white
You still visit those memories

Reverently,
Nights, days, seconds, hours
Beaches, cars, bedrooms, streets
until one day
its no longer there, it dies.

You search desperately nothing
But many a lovers have said this
Have a strength to survive this fall
in the end
Love is always worth it.

If you want to live
You must be brave.