A walk through memory

I saw it again.
The memory.
One that haunted.
One that hated.
A walk back.
Returning my conscience.
To the memory.
The road that was closed.
Once open.
Is open again.
My memory keep flooding.
One that i dreaded.
One i want dead.
The memory is back.
Glowing and growing.
The dreaded and the one hoped dead.
All because the thing return back.