I hold the memories at
arms length. Feel their allure,
at the tips of my fingers.
You are gone. There
is nothing more to it. A
man of few words - I
know you wouldn't
appreciate less.
But -
do you remember? Do
you hold our moments in?
Flashes of happiness -
are they gray to you? Pale,
in comparison?
Lips tight with my own
decisions. I persist.
I must forget.
But -
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
I hold the memories at
arms length. Feel their allure,
at the tips of my fingers.
You are gone. There
is nothing more to it. A
man of few words - I
know you wouldn't
appreciate less.
But -
do you remember? Do
you hold our moments in?
Flashes of happiness -
are they gray to you? Pale,
in comparison?
Lips tight with my own
decisions. I persist.
I must forget.
But -