I’m starting to forget the sound of your voice, the smirks on your face, the way you laugh, the way you smile, and slowly, surely I’m forgetting everything about you.
I’m starting to forget the way you walk, the way you eat your food, the way you sleep, and the way you gently used to caress me with your words.
I’m starting to forget fragments of you. I’m slowly fading away from memories of you and everything is starting to become a blur.
I’m starting to forget you and it’s a good sign because I have nothing left to hold. I have nothing left to mend. I have nothing left to embrace.
I’m starting to forget you and I hope you don’t mind because all I’ll have left is just pieces and bits of you. I’ll only have stories, words about you which is the reason why you’ll never die or fade away completely from my life. I may not remember how you look, but I’ll remember the words you’ve said.
I’m starting to forget you and I hope you surely don’t mind, but it shouldn’t matter because I no longer matter to you and I’m only a mere stranger in your life.
I’m starting to forget you and that’s all there is to it.