I still remember what your hands look like.
I could picture them in my sleep.
I still remember how pink your lips were.
I still remember how you made me feel.
I still remember that look you always gave me.
I can still hear the echo of your laughter in my mind. Like one of my favorite songs on replay.
I can’t remember your voice.
I can hardly picture your smile.
I can’t remember how you would say my name.
I can’t remember every conversation we’ve had.
I’m starting to forget the person you were..
Because of the person you’re becoming.
I don’t know what’s worse.
I don’t know what it is that’s killing me.