It’s 4AM, yet still I am bothered by the memory of you.

How could I have already forgotten your face when not so long ago it was all I thought about?
How could I have already forgotten the details to the moments we shared together when not so long ago it was all that replayed in my mind?
How could I have already forgotten your smile, your smile that once drove me crazy?
How could I have already forgotten the words you said when it was all that rang in my ears?
How could I have already forgotten the good times and remembered the bad when not so long ago every moment spent with you were moments I looked forward to?

It’s 4AM yet still I am bothered by the memories lost indefinitely in my subconscious, fearing what would happen when they are finally recalled.