letting go

I'm still waiting for the day that these spots are not occupied by the memory of you
A city I have lived in all my life feels like it doesn't belong to me anymore

This is where we met up the first time
Over here is where you kissed me
In that street you saw me cry
At that club we danced until our muscles ached
On that escalater I held you, fearing for us
But on the phone we broke up

It feels worse having places soiled by foremost good memories, the ones of being happy
If it were only bad ones, maybe it wouldn't be this hard to let go of what we were