Parasite,

Useless knowledge burning my head.

Your favourite colour, your favourite songs, the look you used to give me when you were trying not to laugh.

I don't know if I miss you, or the idea of having a friend.

Surely, it can't go back to the way it was. And I don't even think I want anything to do with you anymore, even the slightest relation.

And yet, I'm cursed to carry all of these facts about you. I can't forget them.

You are gone, but they are going to stay with me forever.