Thoughts of you fade
Like a photo kept in sunlight.
I can still remember your laugh,
Your voice,
Our kiss,
But the potency is distilled,
Diluted,
Watered down.

One day soon,
I will be able to think of you in abstract,
Just another someone.
A slightly awkward association,
Jarring slightly
In an otherwise pleasant afternoon.

I must admit,
I don't want this to happen.
You, for me, should ever be
Vibrant, dazzling, primary
But you are greying,
Fading, leaving me,
And I must let this be.