I Never Want To Forget The Color Of Your Eyes.

i never want to forget the color of your eyes.

i’ve forgotten others; not cared to remember.

but yours scream to me:

“remember me.”

“know me.”

“love me.”

and all i can manage to do is obey. all i can do is miss your eyes. all i can do is miss you.

i will never forget the color of your eyes.

that crinkly, dried up bouquet fell in my sleep,

and i didn’t even wake up.

i’ve been sleepwalking long enough, just tell me.

or do i come to you in omens, too?

I wanted to be like you. Literarily enlightened. Therefore I started reading more,  maybe my vocabulary would be heightened. I wanted to tell you all that I had learned. Then we could talk for all that time would allow. I wanted to write you a note in a book, so sure that we would share our lives now. Now I cant pick up a book without thinking of you. Happy?

just like that, you have slipped out of my grasp.

i hold yet a fragment of you.

i must hold it firmly, for it cannot leave, yet i cannot hold it too tight, for i wish not to crush it,

i wish not to crush you.

yet you are still crumbling in my fingertips and soon there will be nothing i can do.

you have already decided to slip through by the cracks of my palms. i was never good enough to keep hold of you.

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i’ll cherish everything we didn’t get to do.

all the dates we never went on,

the cape trip we never took.

the way we never got to dance and the way we never got raising canes.

silly, don’t you think?

no, not the raising canes.

loving every minute of what we never got done.