Forgettable (day 33)

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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/3/16

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