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
swimming in my head. They want to be
deleted.