the color of her eyes
has faded from that vibrant blue
to a dull gray.
that seascape that her gaze once instigated
has diminished to merely blue.
i no longer remember the color of her eyes.

the sound of her laugh
was once the sound of sunlight
and flowers and stars.
and now it is just a sound
blurred by a thousand other sounds.
i no longer remember the sound of her laugh.

the scent of her is flowers and something purely her.
it intoxicated me and rendered me useless,
and left me defenseless to her whims.
now, it's just perfume.
i no longer remember her scent.

her voice once stirred something deep inside me,
foreign yet familiar and safe.
her voice could tell me to do anything
and i would, without question,
without failure.
i no longer listen to her voice.

it hurts,
the forgetting,
but not as much as knowing
that she doesn't love me.

i hold on tight,
and then i let go.