I forgot-

I forgot, so much!

How much more will flit away, like dandelion flakes in the breeze?

A little tiny speck of life, I have you trapped under piles of paper. Memories captured, bugs under bell jars.

But even those bugs have to be freed, or they die.

It takes a lot to catch me by surprise, but realizing everything that I’ve forgotten… I’m reminded that someday almost all of it will be gone. Except a shadow of a memory of someone who stopped existing.

Cool little tears.

Five and a half fucking years and I’m still not over it.