- The Forgetting -

Today, I forgot that we were over
and I wondered where you were.
I collapsed within my loneliness
when I was forced to remember.

I still miss the idea of you
that I held in such regard,
and the thought of letting go
has been unbearably hard.

The ache has, somewhat, dulled
but some part of me is lost.
The price of loving you
came at far too high a cost.

Your face is vague and blurred
in certain memories I hold.
Your laugh is slightly muted
as the flow of anecdotes turn cold.

I want to forget you completely
and be free from what you've done,
but by recognizing the pain of us
at least the healing has begun.