my mind is like an empty canvas
unsure and afraid…
that the colors might ruin
the picture of you,
of you and you,
i have in memory.

should i or should i not?
what is it that i forgot—
the words have rolled out of my tongue
yet on the paper found none;
the pen has dried its ink,
but i couldn’t find you
between the words,
the lines,
the spaces.

i do not know
if it is you that has fled
or me,
whose memories of you
i tried hard to keep
but nonetheless,
eventually forget;
even words have failed
to make me remember you.