A frame of colors, shapes, and people fills the dark void behind my eyes.

Like a motion picture with no sound the memories of you go by.

Darkness proceeds before the next memory of you is put into view.

Then once again you’re gone.

Overtime memory fades as we replace them with new experiences.

However, I struggle to keep the ones I have of you.

Your plump lips and smiling eyes stay within frame for a moment.

Then once again you’re gone.

These little slides of you use to contain sound.

The more I live on, the more the memories fade.

The more they fade, the harder it is to keep my eyes open,

Because I miss you and for too long you’ve been gone.

 

 

by Grim Angel

via Daily Prompt: Gone

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