Nostalgia

Your memory still haunts my quiet
And when I am happy I remember
That I was happy then as well,
And when I am sad I wonder if I
Was happier then with you
Or am sadder now without you
Haply what haunts me is not you
But only the thought of you.

It is not that I want to forget our past,
Our days and nights before the fall,
I just do not want to remember them,
I do not want to remember them at all.