...anymore

"...anymore"

I can still see 

the vibrant colors 

of the flowers 

you loved walking through,

the green meadows 

out and away 

from the grey concrete 

of the city 

and its busy streets,

but there seems to be 

some things 

I am starting to forget,

like the color of your dress 

or what time of day it was 

we used to go,

it had to have been 

in the middle of the day 

some time, 

look noon or nine or two?

I can't seem to remember 

where we were 

actually 

or your shoes,

come to think of it 

I don't even remember 

how to spell your name anymore, 

was it with an I or a Y or an E?

I can't quite see 

all the flowers anymore 

if I am being honest,

or if there were any trees,

I can barely see your face,

if that's even how you 

even looked,

even the sound of your laugh 

has faded,

large parts have seemed 

to disappear 

into a gentle mist 

and I can't make the shapes 

anymore,

I am just standing here 

in the void 

against an endless black,

tiny echoes 

of our voices 

slowly dissipating, 

small details fading away,

only bits and pieces remain 

like the blue flower 

I picked for you 

that was sitting amongst 

the yellow grass...

or was it red?

I can't seem to remember 

anymore.

-Armando Torres