A halo of soft light in your mind's eye
The good times are shown: warm and glowing and
At least for a while, the bad times recede
You yearn for moments lost forever to the void
For moments not real, but crafted over a life
There's an aching in your chest
A hollow, filled only with
the thought:
It's past
It's gone
You can't go back

And that is terrifying

So you cling to what reminds you of the past