And then like my favorite scratched CD stuck in time,

And then like my favorite scratched CD stuck in time, I saw you glued within the slits of my utterly tattered organs, somewhere between my feeble heart and the base of my belly where dead butterflies now rot. 
Unable to move forward or even rewind the past, I try to see your static image that now, I can only feel. I can try to find more fragments of bittersweet memories that would comfort me but somewhere the neurons of my brain have made it clear that; This is it, dear girl. You're both blessed and doomed to embrace life in abandonment, now, either fixed or moving with the flow.
But it is much more complicated than that, you see, because it is only now that I realize;
It is very much possible to "go with the flow" yet be stuck at a place, some certain memories and the grief of never having others.

So maybe that is my closure amidst the stillness of time, the answer to the stuck hands of the clock; When life would seem to crumble upon my shoulders, I'd always have a place and some memories that are distant enough to not interfere with my routine but close enough for me to feel them just as I please. 
That I lived and loved to the fullest, without any remorse. 
And that shall be my salvation and that is my consolation.