Mar 2014
I tried to recall
your face again,
because I remember
its frame being as
familiar as the
back of my hand:
the slight crook
in your cuspids, the
deep dimples under
the ends of your smile,
the shining whites
of your eyes always
being a little too
white, but then
when I tried to
put these pieces
together, I always
come up lost
within your
floating matter,
which quite frankly,
just does not
matter anymore.
gd
your face again,
because I remember
its frame being as
familiar as the
back of my hand:
the slight crook
in your cuspids, the
deep dimples under
the ends of your smile,
the shining whites
of your eyes always
being a little too
white, but then
when I tried to
put these pieces
together, I always
come up lost
within your
floating matter,
which quite frankly,
just does not
matter anymore.
gd
As if I remember the tiny parts of you, but when I step back to witness the whole, you become nothing but a blur - a faded memory that just keeps deteriorating.
