Memories

 I hold the memories of you on my phone.
Twisted jokes:
Textbook conversations:
I hold the memory of you on my clothes.
It permeates my closet.
Reminding me of the past.
I hold the memory of you in my heart.
It feeds on my innermost thoughts:
Corrupts my consciousness.
I crave you like I crave bread.
It fills me up.
These memories of you.