Nostalgia drips from my chin. Their faces haunt me.
The curl of her hair is what remains etched in my memory
The blue of her dress
The fading figures
The sting in his eyes
His lengthy physique
I still remember his veiny hands
Arms folded
I remember the meal
The sinking feeling in my stomach
Waving in the distance
My ears are deafened by the sound
My heart deadened
As though someone else is wearing my body
My insides tremble
I remember the curl of her hair
The fading figures
Waving
I can still ******* tears
The lump in my throat
My soul enswathed in unrelenting murk
I feel but I cannot feel
I cannot recall yet I remember the way the sun felt on my skin
I cannot remember the final embrace
I cannot recall these things
I can still feel this thing
I cannot face it
The curl of her hair
I remember the blue of her dress
Fading shadows
Waving, smiling
I cannot forget the curl of her hair.
The blue of her dress
It is etched onto everything I touch, feel
It lives in between these painful breaths I take
Even now I cannot look at their faces.