It escapes me similar to how water does when I reach for it

It quickly glides through my fingers as I desperately try to hold onto my memories of you

Attempting to preserve the memory of us

Attempting to keep you alive somewhere inside my mind

I am time’s victim, you see

Because I sense it slipping away from me, slowly and merciless

I can’t recall the warmth behind your dark yet comforting eyes

Or the tenderness of your lips when they grazed my skin

I can’t relive how it felt to lay in your hold

And oh how I detest that I can’t remember the sweet melody that was once your voice

Because time has deceived me

I therefore lie in bed fearful of what my future may hold

I'm terrified that your existence won’t live in my mind anymore

And yet again, I’ll find myself the victim of time and its heinous crime

Normally, when it comes to her,

I would write about love

But this is not a “roses are red”

“Violets are blue” type of poem

I do not even know

If it is a goodbye poem

Or a see you later poem

I guess I will never

See her again

But I do know

It is a poem about a girl

Whose love ended for me

Way too soon

I guess I will never

See her again

It is a poem about the ghost

That lays in my bed at night

It is a poem about the bathtub she laid in

Which remains empty now

Because I only take showers

I guess I will never

See her again

It is a poem about flowers I bought

Which wilted away

Which lost it petals

Because they didn’t see sunlight

I don’t see sunlight anymore either

I guess I will never

See her again

Days turn into weeks

Weeks turn into months

Months turn into years

I’ll probably never

It escapes me similar to how water does when I reach for it

It quickly glides through my fingers as I desperately try to hold onto my memories of you

Attempting to preserve the memory of us

Attempting to keep you alive somewhere inside my head

I am time’s victim

Because I sense it slipping away from me, slowly and merciless

I can’t recall the warmth behind your dark yet comforting eyes

Or the tenderness of your lips when they grazed my skin

I can’t relive how it felt to lay in your hold

And I detest that I can’t remember the sweet melody that was once your voice

Because time has deceived me

I therefore lie in bed fearful of what my future may hold

I'm terrified that you won't exist in my mind anymore

And yet again, I’ll find myself the victim of time and its heinous crime

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