fading
i’ll put you in a box
a porcelain box, so fragile
like the love we had
and your picture can rest there
with the memories of you there
i’ll push them so fucking far
from my head.
it’ll work i swear it.
your memory is already fading
and in a bad way, tell me
what does your face look like
when you smile, i haven’t seen you
smile in weeks
that seem like months turning to years
tell me, what color are your eyes
and how do your fingertips feel against my back?
i remember.
but i ask to keep you talking.