Fragments of an empty past

I keep your voice in my mind, all those words beat loudly; but your face I cannot already recognize it. I even feel your hands in my skin, but your look I cannot already remember it.

It was a game, something prohibited. It was intense but it was not significant. 
My world kept on turning, it was only a dream that did nightmare to itself. 
Now I see you and you are nothing. 
I do not miss you anymore.

So, remember my face, because you will not see it again, remember my voice because you will not listen to it again and remember my hands because you will not feel them again. I hope that you not recognize me. 
Everything will be memories of anabsurd fantasy, everything was unreal,everything is gone, everything must stay behind.