Sudden poem

The day I know not what you are talking about,
will be the day you turn a stranger to me.
The memories of past that bond us
will only bring us back to the unchangeable past.
The end point is where I refuse to stop,
so,
do not ever try to break the bond between us,
for that will really mark the end of everything.

I thank you of course,
for the memories,
of all taste.
But once broken,
consider them gone,
and bid adieu to each and all of us.