I write my words because they’re the closest I get to be to you.
Like a frozen memory, I can see but not touch.
I’ve forgotten your face,
And it’s like a knife in my heart.
I remember the mornings though.
Waking up in your arms,
Lying in the silence.
Our love soaring through the air.
I remember the days too.
Where just an 840 character message would bring a smile.
Running to you and holding you close.
Not realising it would only be for a while.
I know the nights of despair now.
Hurt verbalised and etched into my heart.
To know what it is to hold you,
But not to keep you.
So I write you into my memories instead.
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