I will forget how you sound. I will forget how you formed words between your lips. I will forget how bright my days were when you smiled at me and how dark my hours were when you smothered me with pain and regret. I will forget how you called my name. I will forget how warm your body was pressed against mine. I will forget how cold it was the day you left and how time seemed to freeze at that moment. I will forget the dark days. I will forget how your lips tasted. I will forget the future I mapped out for us.