The Lost Memory
Published in
Sep 6, 2023
The sweet memory is fading away
Like the faded colors of an old painting
Left somewhere in the corner of the room
I can sense it ripping from my heart
Your face is losing everything — becoming faceless
And the touch has lost its sensation.
The memory — Oh! The memory,
Of us,
is like the sunlight on a dark cloudy day -
weak, unnecessary, and almost forgettable.
You are something I want to hold on to,
But also something I will leave on my table,
Forgetting it exists,
Like an old receipt,
Left in a book I want to keep,
But never read.
