Rainy Days

Forgotten

It's funny how a simple trinket can remind me of you.

Something entirely ordinary by nature, objectively pointless in its meager existence. Functionality lost long ago, it sits broken and unused, but not forgotten. Never forgotten. For as long as it is here, so are you. 

Alive in so many ways that you aren't, your memory dances through my mind when I lay eyes on it, tucked in the corner of my room, hidden from the rest of the world. For in that memory, you are mine. However broken and pointless this object now is, it brings you back to me for a moment, no matter how fleeting. Though it's faded over time, the color was once the same as your eyes. They were bright and vivid when they peered into mine, alight with laughter and a love for life that made me excited to be alive. I look for the same zeal in mine when I peer in the mirror, but all I see are my own eyes staring back at me. You must have taken it with you when you left. 

I am glad you are happy, wherever you are, but it still hurts that you left me behind. My heart clings to memories, however faded they might be, not out of hope, not even out of longing, but because they bring a smile to my tired face when smiles are hard to find. If I can find happiness in the past, then there's hope for the future. So even though you are not here, I have something that reminds me of when you were, tucked away in my room like a secret. It reminds me to smile. And that is where it will remain until a day when I won't need it anymore, if ever such a day comes. 

Until then, I will remember.