We forget we can miss
With burning eyes and wrenched hearts
With despair unconsidered and strangled cries
We forget until we imagine their absolute absence
A blinding vision filled with agonising horror
A pain unwanted, unencumbered, unmatched, unreal.
We simply never thought our insides could simulate a jagged chasm
Mortally hacked to the core by an immortal tragedy
Absolute absence. Desolate breaths. Impossible deaths. Stupefied silence.
We forget until we remember that we forget we value the other
That although the memory be oftentimes relegated, shrouded in regularities and nonchalance
…If they leave… When they leave, should we be around to unfortunately witness it,
we would also die.
And not just of grief.
