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January 24th

I think about you less and less

Forgetting what you sound like

Or the kind of things you would do

That I once loved

Are being replaced

By memories that are being formed


Letting go

I have decided

Is far better than waiting for something rot

I'm not sure if that's the same for you

But at least for me that's how it became


My reset hasn't taken place yet

There are still moments when the past

Bleeds into the present

And I find myself

Remembering something

I had forgotten

My heart takes it however it comes

Sometimes blue

Sometimes white

Sometimes grey


It's impression shortens

I'm lighter than I was

And to know that has its hold

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