I forgot what your lips look like and it was a horrifying realization because one day I’ll forget what your smile looks like when you laugh. Your laugh’s cadence will slip from my memory and I’ll search for it in chimes and other people but it’ll be lost. Yet the true tragedy is that I’ll forget your eyes: the ones that I would need a thousand similes to describe. The ones that make me grapple for metaphors in the dark, losing my balance in tentative descriptions but falling into the safety of those eyes.