When the familiar is ought to be made a stranger.
So familiar to you that just a glimpse pulls your thoughts back in time, reliving the happy times,
Forcing you with a smile
And all you are is to be glad about it.
But it is this same time you erase the smile off from your face and reflect emotionlessness, that of the skeleton.
When you cannot help but try avoiding the bittersweet memories and all you do is try to- Turn away.