Torn

So cold but sweating
I reach out to touch you while I pull my hand back

An old song plays
lifting floating memories
Memorizing lines on your face.
Don't be sad... please

Forgetting and free
Mind flies to the beat of your heart
Not replacing, but covering;
you write me a new song

I am torn
Old song, can I forget you?
New song, can I leave you?
Or should I live without music?