well, that didn't work: an autobiography

remembering you

I remember the shade of blue your eyes are in the sunlight and the bright moonlight when you're looking into mine.

I remember how wide your smile gets when you laugh.

I remember how light your hair gets in the sun, or how the tip of your nose and your ears turn bright pink when we walk outside in the winter.

I remember the way you smirk at me when you think I'm not paying attention.

I remember your voice. I remember your face. I remember you.

Do you think I'm going to forget?

Because I'm afraid that someday, I will.

--I miss you more each day.

n.s.