(Over-Dramatic Title:) Requiem for That Which Never Was, or In Memoriam

I am forgetting.

I am forgetting, and it makes me a little sad.

I am forgetting the sound of your voice, and the way you looked at me when you were sure I was watching. I am forgetting my quick intake of breath when you would touch me unexpectedly. The ever-present awareness, consciousness of you is finally fading. I have forgotten the feeling of our fingers intertwined, though not that of my hands in your hair. I will forget.

I am forgetting your passion and humor and inability to be still. Gone for me now is the sound of your laughter, the sincerity behind your promises. I still breathe you in suddenly, when I am no longer thinking of you – the teasing memory of your cologne may be all I will keep of you.

I will forget you, as a dream of hope and impossible possibilities is forgotten; as things real and not real fade away. I will forget, as you have forgotten me.

I will remember you, and I will forget all that I have felt, all that was said, and all that you are.

I am forgetting, and it makes me a little sad…

...and relieved.


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