I can no longer remember the texture of your lips.
Were they soft against my touch?
Did they taste like autumn or spring?
I can no longer recall.
I wear your white tee-shirt to sleep
but it no longer holds the smell of your skin.
The towel you left in the shower no longer smells like you
and your pomegranate body wash.
I can’t seem to remember the way your words dipped
in a captivating accent echoing through my eardrums.
The way that your right arm trembled as you held my hand,
and how you squeezed it tighter-the night we said goodbye.
Your memory is fading more and more each day.
You’re disappearing from my mind-
but believe me I tried to hold on tight to each of your memories.
But you’re slowly slipping away,
the only thing that remains
is my stubborn heart who continues to whisper your name,
who continues to love you,
and palpitate in pain.