They say the first thing you forget is the sound of their voice. Followed by the gleam in their eyes when they see you. They're rare, stunning smile that lights up a room.
You begin forgetting the details that made up the ones you've lost. The sweet homie smell of their perfume, the warm embrace given to you after a time of not seeing one another. They never told me that I'd forget my memories. Losing them? Not only men, I would grieve the loss of not only their person but the memory of them.
You think you would forever remember how she used to stick her tongue out at you in the rearview mirror when you were having a bad day. How she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of her favorite songs. You hold on to all the late nights. You two would stay up and play Yahtzee.
When you look back on these memories, you realized that she spent 13 years with her, but now you only have a handful of recollections of the things you two did together. You hold on as tight as you can to the memories you once shared that you were now the sole keeper of. He struggled with the inevitable notion that soon those moments that once played over and over will run out. Soon they will fade into the void, where they're forgotten, and go to rest.
Amentalio- The sadness of realizing that you're already forgetting memories of those no longer in your life. Already struggling to hear their voice, to picture their eyes and smiles, or reminisce upon the quirky gestures or mannerisms that only you knew of.
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Depths of Despair
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories that I have written and would like to share. Chapters will be added as I write them. All constructive criticism is welcome!
