today

this is one of my earlier poems and I....

Today, I forgot the color of your eyes. I was sure they were blue like the ocean, but your mother had told me they were green like the grass in the middle of a summer day.

Tomorrow, I'll forget the way you laughed as we sang along to your favorite song. I'd be sure that you covered your mouth and blushed it off, but your mother will tell me that you explode like a firework, laughing so hard that there's crinkles by your eyes.

Next week, I'll forget the way you styled your hair. I'll be sure that you loved to wear it down like a curly mane, but your mother will tell me that you loved to braid your hair and put it over your shoulder.

Next month, I'll forget the sound of your voice. I'll be sure you talked fast and loudly, but your mother will tell me that you talked soft and slowly, like you only wanted me to hear.

Next year, I'll forget the day you left me behind. I'll be sure it was that one Thursday, and your mother will cry and tell me that she forgot too.

Next year, I'll forget you. I will be slowly drifting off to sleep until I forget you used to be by my side. I'll cry and call your mother, but she'll forget me too.

Next year, I won't want to forget you. I'll be keeping the phone by my side, waiting for your call, but it'll just be your mother telling me that she misses me too.

Today, I forgot how to breathe.

Reviews

[grayscale]

Hats off to you for this magnificent piece , the slow decay of memories about a person in detail, the first line struck me, what a great piece, I am looking forward to more great works from you.

[Kathrine Rethorn]

Oh s**t. Im hurt. Im cry. Why you be like this. Im so sad this is a great poem that gives me so many emotions idk what to doo.

[slfisher89]

I like the gradual progress from small to large aspects forgotten about a person. That aspect reminds me of Elizabeth Bishop "One Art." I like it. shows conflicting ways a person remember after death. The last line has a cliff hanger quality; which chills me to the bone.