I dive into you.
I dive into the past.
I dive head first, even if it hurts, even it calls for the tears which hurt all the more as they also contain joy, a bygone joy, a time which has ceased to exist, as they contain you, who doesn't exist anymore, who has existed without ever being there.
Soon, I'll be gone.
The past will always be there.
I'll dive into it when the memories come back, when you manifest yourself or when I invoke you for the pleasure to suffer from the joy you give me, from your voice, to do as if you were there, as when you were there.