He is slipping
away...
With each passing day
his memory
burrows
deep
past his grave
into the forgotten.
His voice
once loud and unmistakable,
now a whisper
fading.
His touch
once warm and embracing,
now is cold,
no longer felt.
His heart
once open and beating,
now a muscle,
dead and empty.
His life
once wild and unpredictable,
now long gone,
buried beneath
the wasted days,
the lonely nights,
the broken dreams.
The thought of forgetting
is unbearable,
but it's happening
with ease.
My ears are going deaf,
my hands are losing grip,
my heart can no longer stand
to be blue,
my life is somehow complete
without you.
How can I do this
to you?
How could I forget
you?
Will our spirits
ever meet
again?
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