like water filtering through my fingers,
you escaped my memories.
i can't quite remember the sound of your
voice whispering my name,
or the sound of your laugh over the roar
of the wheezing car engine.
i can't quite remember the color of your eyes
and on good days, i don't feel your touch
linger longingly on my skin.
but at night, when i'm laying in bed
running my fingers over the your old spot,
i feel it all rush back to me in sporadic bursts.
the scent, the sound, the touch, the very essence of you
fills me to the brim and i can't hold myself together.
i figure it's just as hard to forget
as it is to remember.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
like water filtering through my fingers,
you escaped my memories.
i can't quite remember the sound of your
voice whispering my name,
or the sound of your laugh over the roar
of the wheezing car engine.
i can't quite remember the color of your eyes
and on good days, i don't feel your touch
linger longingly on my skin.
but at night, when i'm laying in bed
running my fingers over the your old spot,
i feel it all rush back to me in sporadic bursts.
the scent, the sound, the touch, the very essence of you
fills me to the brim and i can't hold myself together.
i figure it's just as hard to forget
as it is to remember.
