When I meet someone I seldom forget them,
at the least they're always wedged into the shadowed crevices cowering in the back of my mind.
But seldom are retentions stored there, for most are constantly blistering on the surface of my thoughts.
For those whom won't recede into the forgotten depths have struck me and left indentations of their being on my raw skin.
Some take longer to fade than others.
It's a curse, for your perfectly unique features are etched into my retinas so everywhere I look, the world's beauty and pain alike are dusted with a faint whisper of you.
Everything reminds me of you and every moment I'm enjoying, I remember how much more enjoyable it would've been if you were there to take it in with me.
Every time the wind blows, I feel your comforting breath across my face.
And when the night falls, I feel your hands brush mine.
You're a lens on the camera of my life and out of habit I constantly try it on to see what things would look like with you in them.
Through the lens, the sun is always just impossibly brighter and eyes are full of so much more soul.
The world is a beautiful reality, but yours is an unattainable fantasy.
For as deep as you have marked my skin, the longer you will remain my everything, my past, present, and future.
Which again is a curse, because I know the only recollection you have of me is buried in the back, dark, cobwebbed corners of your one-track mind, and I'm barely the reminiscent of a memory.
