as the days pass

spookystargirl

I forget just a little bit more about you as the days pass.

I forgot your favorite color.

I forgot the way you face wrinkles when you smile.

I forgot what you smell like.

I forgot what your favorite ice cream flavor is.

I forgot what your hand feels like in mine.

I'm clinging on to our last memories for dear life,

but it's also a relief.

It feels good to forget you.

 

 

 

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  • Garth Rakumakoe

    Sad. Reflective. Charged and Powerful. Thank you for sharing. ❤

  • L. B. Mek

    a powerful message
    indeed, day by day
    we shed gangrene memories
    to insure we have space
    for the better experiences
    we're promised, by the very act
    of our survival, fight..
    (more power to you
    thanks for sharing)



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