Conclusion

I am beginning to forget your face.
When I faced the sea I sent it your form;
When I stood on the mountain I lost sight of your eyes.
Alone, I have nothing to remember you from.

I am beginning to forget your voice.
As I walked in new doors, I whispered your name;
As I tried new flavors, I respected your choice.
And I drowned in the noise of a life not the same.

My memory is not yours; you exist in half-form,
I deny you live fully, how could you without me?
I’ll never know if you left here just as torn,
But of you, and of me, both of us should be free.

-Ella
Tonight (when I can write the saddest lines)