High as a kite he soared,
Visions of worlds running by, never bored,
Filling his lungs, letting go of the weight he flew,
In the end just another distraction from you.

Something once had sat upon, no- clinged to, my mind
Gripping and clawing
until I would cry

Remember, remember

But who or what was it?
coming to question this
Previously making myself believe
it does not exist

Remember, remember

That print on a page
that error the same
My hearing isn’t working
I am deaf to that name

Remember, remember
What Tom-foolery is this?

Remember, remember
He no longer exists

To me.

And she’s breaking down, because she is forgetting what it feels like to remember.
And that is what truly terrifies her. That one day she’ll wake up and she won’t remember what your laugh sounds like or the safety your arms provided when she was in your embrace. One day she’ll forget your jokes or the way you always told her how happy you were to see her. One day she won’t be able to recall the advice you gave her or the teasing remarks you made about all of her “boyfriends”. She used to dread the day that would come when you would no longer pick up the phone and all your conversations would have to be one sided. But, despite all of her prayers that day has passed. And just like the last, try as she might, she cannot stop what’s coming, and it feels as if her heart is breaking all over again. She’s trying to hold on to her memories but she can feel them slowly starting to slip from her grasp one by one and she terrified of the day they’re all gone. Because if she can no longer have you, your memories are all she has left and she cannot have those ripped away too.
She is forgetting what it feels like to remember.

This is it.
It has come to an end.
It has been a long journey together.
But we got to this point at last.

My eyes,
far to tired for any more tears.
My ears,
not willing to listen to any more condolences.
My voice,
cracks while trying to get any words out.

And my heart,
cannot break any further.
As I look down to the coffin.
A coffin filled with all that reminds me of you.
Be it the teddy bears from valentines day to the songs you dedicated to me.
Be it all the beautiful memories to the darkest moments we shared.

Its time to bury it all.
5... No, 6 feet under ground.
The last goodbye.
Because today is the funeral.
The funeral of my feelings for you.

you’re slipping from my grasp.
i can no longer hear the sound of your voice.
your image used to be the clearest on my mind, but now it’s fading.
my thoughts were constantly spent on you, but now they drift away.

how is it possible that i’m forgetting?
forgetting
your diamond blue eyes,
your red rose lips,
your gentle steps,
your honey dipped words,
your sculpted soul?

how can i forget the connection i felt to you?
please, i don’t want to forget the one i used to dream of.

{d.f. | 08/22/17}

When I think of love, I can't see you anymore. My mind takes me back to 2 years ago when I never needed more than to see the curve of your lips because I breathed the air I now swore to never long for again. My sanity still slipping like I always do in love, I tiptoe for nights over the puddles I've cried for you, invisible to the world but they're all I see. I've been trying to forget you.