How can I recall the past? when I can’t even remember your face, I can’t even remember your voice.
All I've got is your jewellery box and your writing in chalk, probably not worth a lot.
I save the box for the moments of loss that feel like I’m scraping nails down a wall with no foothold.
Within the lining I can, if I concentrate, recall your scent. Sometimes I open up your old lip-balm and wear it sparingly. Loose as it may be, it’s as though you’re reality and touching me.
Emersed in these moments, I forget, you’ll always be someone I never knew.

reach out
try as you might
fingertips never touch
desires whisked away
puffs of smoke
intermittent, forming clouds
that cry tears of sorrow
running down my spine
for I am kneeling
sobbing for you

walking an old ancient path
mind cloudy, deadened
despite the birds singing
thoughts are laden bricks
heart fills with fear 'tis true
end in sight nevermore
weight of emptiness crushing
naught can save me from me
devouring own mind
afraid, at this pace... knowing
sooner or later I shall collapse
never to be found
on an old ancient path