On the last day of my life,
you will not be there.
By then,
your tongue will have long forgotten my name. I understand.
I too have no recollection.
My eyes can not tell me the vivid color of your hair.
My ears do not remember your thrilling laughter.
My hands can not recall the feeling of your warmth.
My sinuses will not reveal to me your reassuring sent.
My tongue refuses to describe the exhilarating taste of your mouth.
My mind notices a void, yet it still draws a blank.
What was important?
On the last day of my life, nothing sentimental comes to mind.
Oh what a shame that we weren't able to make a difference in each other's lives.
Who were you?
Who was I?
I apologize,
for I do not remember.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
