You, or the part of me I gave you, is slipping into
Unchangeable past. Its crispness gone like cold toast.
I miss you like one who is going blind misses the sunsets.
I am forgetting you like the blind forget colour.
I’m willing to miss you but unwilling to forget the vibrancy.
I’m continually sad missing something I can’t remember.
Long after it’s over I’m losing you now.