I can’t remember his face anymore.
Or the way his voice sounds.
I don’t remember how
his lips curve into a perfect line
every time he smiles.
I used to wish for this.
To forget, to not remember.
And now that I finally can’t,
I don’t know what to make of it.
Or what to feel.
I’m not happy,
or sad.
I just feel lost.
A little bit confused.
Like I’m grasping at
the last bit of memories.
The final pieces of him
that I have.
I just cannot bring
it forth in my mind.
And no matter how
hard I try to I think of him,
or how long I stare
at a picture of him.
When I close my eyes,
I just can’t.
I can’t remember his face anymore.
- Author: kbreinich ( Offline)
- Published: July 21st, 2017 22:25
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow i love reading your writing it is so raw yet elegant!
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