when forgetting is not enough.
when you know, sadly, that it will never be enough.
when those things you let slip
were the things that had meant to keep you sturdy.
when i begin to forget your face,
and when i start to loose the shape of your lips on mine.
I wish to sense a remembrance,
an emotion you created within me.
to you i owe much of whom i have become and shall be.
though much of this person is barren,
filled with a matter yet unknown.
a space begging to be filled with you.
a mass of my roots that have been overturned.
a crumbling home starving for forgiveness.
a desert dune loathing the wind,
and an unfinished mold waiting to be cast.