Here I sit, watching, staring.
Out the window, my eyes glazed over, remembering.
I sit here, remembering your presence, your scent, I mean you were truly something special to me. The laughs the smiles.
all are faded.
I've learned to watch the Gray skies, and when raindrops fall, I smile, because they hide the memories that escape through my eyes.
Your faded, we are faded.
I watch the skies and how they remember us too.
They let the memories escape too.
Memories, they are all I have left of your presence. You are a memory but you will always be my favorite memory.
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