the color of your eyes
the pattern on your shirt
the shape of your shadow
the rest just a blur
I try so hard to remember more
The sweetness of your breath
The joke you always told
The way you wore your hat when it got cold
Somehow i’m forgetting the details of your face.
I take a photograph
So to not forget
When I’m looking back
I have no regrets
But even then I will find some things lost to time
The funny thing about memory
I what we leave behind.
The way you always cried
When I came back home
That look was in your eye
No sinner could atone
No mountain I could climb could lift me to your height.
The funny thing about memory
Is what we leave behind
The funny thing about memory
I’m forgetting all the while.