Memory of where I go.

I wanna fly high,
up in the sky.
Where I could see everything,
but I saw her with him.
I wanna go deep in the sea,
where no one can be with me.
But she followed,
with a man she hold.
I wanna go in the forest,
where I can have a rest.
But there are noises,
of a couple giving kisses.
I wanna go to space,
where I imagine a nice place.
But I remember,
I no longer exist in her.
Wherever I may go,
the sadness grow.
Because wherever I go,
our memories follow.
©cedjosh