Memory

Title image by utopic man. (http://utopic-man.deviantart.com/) “Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” ― L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl

I've never really noticed

how easy it is

to let dear sweet memories

slip away.

I hadn't realized 

how long it has been

since the last time I'd pictured

your eyes.

Has it been 

hours or days?

Weeks or months since your memory last

warmed me?

How long has it been

since I last recalled

your smile, your laugh, your walk,

your touch?

How can it be

that something like you

someone as important as you can

slip away?

Author's Note

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