I am forgetting the exact color
of your eyes. At first, this wasn't on purpose. I mean, it has been a month. I wonder what will come next. When your eyes fade will your smile follow?
Will I forget your hands
that always smelled like Jergen's body lotion
. Will I forget your birthday?
I stand in the snow and I fight
with the neurons in my brain for retention of the information. I want to remember
it all. I want to keep it all. It wants to be deleted. My brain wants to stop
walking those paths. To let the bonds weaken and fail. I suppose its for the better. I am only one and there are millions of data
about you swim
ming in my head. They want to be delete