I'm afraid,
for what it's worth,
I'm scared
of
giving up, or letting go,
or
forgetting, whatever you'll eventually come to mean,
and the drawn-out time, until then,
where everything gets further,
and further,
on a daily basis.

and both of us will be powerless to stop it.

and we won't talk anymore,
-not that we did, that much, anyway-
and I'll have to
struggle
to remember your voice,
and how it gently tugged on my ear,
in the middle of nights we haven't yet seen.