Yesterday, I forgot your scent.
Wisps of your body perfume
No longer linger in my memory.
Today, I forgot your grasp.
My hand in yours, those lovely fingers
No longer touch my memory.
As if there is no tomorrow,
I try to hold on to everything we had.
The sun rises still.
When distance leaves us,
Will it all be novel again?
Photograph by Alex (eflon)Hire An Editor