SKIES (poetry)

work in progress

it's been a year

since we met

and six months since

I decided to forget you

and yet

I yearn

for your voice

I yearn

for your hair

I yearn

for your eyes

I yearn for everything I could never have

and that I wanted nonetheless

I could describe your voice

and your hair and your eyes

and everything else that makes me lose my mind

but I'm beyond this simple

game of words, expressions so unreal

since I have witnessed reality

for I still remember what you were like

and all the words are useless when I think of

one movement and one look

that said more

than anything

and in the end

all I can say is that

me forgetting you

me replacing you

is work in progress