I am forgetting
The way you look
The way your voice sounded
The security I felt
And yet
Your eyes haunt me
My dreams
Your words are etched into my mirror
Your arms wrap my head
I am forgetting
The way love feels
The difference between desperation and obsession versus love and acceptance
The ability move on
What was what we had?
And why does it have a hold on me?
Is it because I felt it or because you are latest?
Who knows?
I don't even know who I am
I'm forgetting to read
I'm forgetting to paint
I'm forgetting to write
I'm...
Forgetting
