I’m starting to lose the memories I have of her.
But, I remember the little things.
The pain she inflicted on me by walking away.
The little details of her face,
The birthmark that was under her eye,
The way her mouth moved when she smirked,
The way her eyes glowed when she was happy,
Her nose wrinkling whenever she was mad,
Her eyes widening when she saw a cute dog.
I’m starting to lose the memories I have of her.
But, I remember the little things.
She’d go out of her way just to make someone’s day.
She’d understand when someone needed comforting
She’d be there after work with drinks,
Knowing it had been a rough day,
She was always there.
I’m starting to lose the memories I have of her.
But, I remember the little things.
When we had each other,
We had everything,
We fought the world together,
I’m starting to lose the memories I have of her.
But, I remember the little things.
But now she’s six feet
Under the ground
And gone.
So I will take these little things
And write them down
In an effort to remember
Every little detail
....

Until the world forgets.