Forgotten Little Gestures

09/03/22

I can no longer remember the feeling of your lips on mine, despite every hour I spent intertwined with your touch. A feeling I once happily drowned in has faded to nothing more than a memory, a moment just out of my reach. I cannot conjure it no matter how hard I try. The feeling of the warmth of your hand in mine, the way it felt so natural, your thumb drawing small circles across the top of my hand. The peace that came from falling asleep in the crook of your shoulder, a spot that was historically mine until it became hers.

It's these little things that make burying the memory of you a little tougher than it should be. These forgotten little gestures I can no longer remember as vividly as I once did. It's a bittersweet truth, a stark reality, the end of our story.