Her--
I stare at her picture
From time to time.
Memories come alive
In my head, in my mind.
These memories aren't happy.
They're dismembered, some forgotten.
Little bits and pieces disappear
To the back of my conscience.
I think her voice is different
From what it was.
I can't remember her true smile.
Her speech,
Her tone,
Her hugs,
Her laugh.
I have forgotten a lot of her.
But I remember her face,
Her eyes, but not the meaning
Behind them.
It hurts to have forgotten.
But for some reason,
Forgetting has made me stronger
And that seems fair to me.
-Tala LaSpino.
