as the days pass

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.