I kept all of our bittersweet memories
inside my waiting, beating heart
But as the day, months, and years passed,
my mind has taken them down and apart.
I woke up one day, wondering
how much you meant to me.
When did I start slowly forgetting
what I hoped for us to be?
This is the way my love for you died.
**In Memoriam, written on April 2, 2020 as a response to a NaPoWriMo contest prompt. Journey Notes will be posted on May 18, 2020.