Forgettable.
That’s the only word that
pierces my chest, pricks my fingers
as I wash my face with your aftertaste
Forgettable.
The only syllables that break my lips
as I chase your wings with regret
paint your eyes with my despair
Forgettable.
Dawn slips unknowingly into day
and I choke once again on
almost knowing who you were
Forgettable.
Intertwined fingers loosen,
inconstant after all- a sunrise
illuminates the cracks in everything
Forgettable.
I can’t face you now
the shadow of who you were
fades in sundust, morning dew and haze
Forgettable.
I shed and take on a new skin
not twilight blue, more like the gray of
early morning clouds and
my memory through your slippery hands
Forgettable.