Athazagoraphobia

i always fear i could forget you

that you’ll fade from my mind with age

i always fear that letting you go will be too easy,

and that all of this anxiety will be for naught.

do you fear it too?

do you cling to me, afraid that my memory will fail?

do you lay awake at night, fearing for remembrance?

i leave little pieces of you everywhere,

small reminders of your beautiful existence,

so that everywhere i go, a trail of you will follow.

i say your name every few minutes, to remind myself

that you will always be with me, no matter how far.

i am always afraid of forgetting you,

afraid that your sanity-inducing touch will fade

and i will be left with my own darkness.