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It's been a month
and the sound of your voice is an echo,
toneless-without distinction.
I am forgetting you
like shadows forget their purpose at sunsets.
This is the time you waited for
while squandering seconds, hours and days owed in moments where
only you and I existed.


It's been three months
and the feel of your hands are feather like tickles teasing me of
invisible, intangible intimacy.
I am forgetting you
like birds forget their nest once they've learned to fly.
This is what you wanted for
my eyes to elate at the absence of you
when I'd rather be blind.



It's been six months
and the look from your eyes are faded opals that are
egg shelled and empty.
I am forgetting you
like liars forget truths when caught in compromising positions.
This is what you needed for
tears to balance on the ledge of lids
awaiting a return that was never planned.


It's been ten months now and five minutes since I started this poem
and I've forgotten why I was writing.

This is what you wanted, right?
An early onset of Alzheimer's? Amnesia of the heart if you will....

To forget you through silence, disappearance of your smile, lack of embrace and moist lips.
To be missing you only due to cowardice, shyness of tongue that wouldn't allow you to speak the words of our- unexpected departure, our one-sided love affair.

Where were you when regret set in?

Was it when you called to see how I was doing a year later and I asked, "Who is this again?"