Oblivion

41 3 0
                                    

I forgot the smell of rain without
remembering your scent lingering in air first

I forgot the taste of salt and happiness without
remembering the taste of your velvet cheeks first

I forgot the sight of city lights without
remembering the shimmer and life in your eyes first

I forgot the sound of love songs or any songs without
remembering your excited squeal over them first

I forgot the feel about being alive without
remembering you first

After you left 
everything becomes oblivion.

Simple ComplexityWhere stories live. Discover now