i still remember knowing you.
i haven’t seen you at all today and at this point i’m probably not going to.
it hurts more than it should.
talk much anyway but somehow
it doesn’t matter because being around you is almost like sunshine.
not that you are a sunny person, but
when i’m with you my thoughts turn
blurry, as if melted by your warmth, my brain turns
fuzzy and my thoughts become
you are comfort.
hard to imagine that there will be a time when i
won’t bother imagining anymore
but i know such a time exists.
i mean, i’ll forget eventually, won’t i?
forget what this feeling feels like, what this feeling
i can already feel it going, going--
and just like you, it's
is this the start of the rest of my life or the end of it?
the end comes when i let myself
stop feeling things when i
let myself keep forgetting that
the things we remember are not the only important things and the
things we forget are the things that used to matter to us
once upon a memory.