I tend to try to engrave people into my memory
I used to try to remember their scent as well, but my sense of smell has been long gone
Their voices,
Their laughs,
Their gestures,
I stare and watch
Almost burning a hole into their soul
Wanting to deepen the memories and carve them within me,
Interlinking them within the cells in my being.
I at times observe my hands in hopes I'd feel their touch in an instant,
Try to feel the warmth I once felt from their hugs by creating a tight space when I sleep,
Or close my eyes to dive deep in my subconscious in hopes of finding their voice,
Only to be disappointed once again by my own clouded thoughts.
I'd like to think its not my fault, but it is
I think a lot.
Much of the space in my mind is occupied with an absurd amount of worries
Things which take up too much space
And make me forget.