I’m starting to forget
the little things about you
and how I said I’d never forget
I’m starting to forget
on a cellular level
the feeling I felt when your hand was in mine
and like tendrils of mist
your memory snakes away
slipping through my delicate fingers
but it is nugatory, wasted effort
like holding a phantom, praying day won’t come
because you are a shadow
slowly fading into the light.