What if one day I forget you? Going to places we've been to without the memories Of how you held my hand, squeezing them gently, Of how you stopped walking and looked my way to brush away the strands of hair from my face, Of the sound of your laughter as we licked ice cream on a sunny day, To forget how your face lit up every time we won a game, To not remember the scent of your perfume, Or the smell of your hair as you nestled your head on my chest, And to forever wonder how your lips tasted. Was it strawberry? Cinnamon? Vanilla? Memory threads scatter all around my space Floating farther away whenever I reach out to touch them Your ghost flees from my sight, hiding. What if one day I'll forget you? Will it hurt as much as remembering everything?

//sometimes, I begin to forget these small details