Gone

You, or the part of me I gave you, is slip­ping into

Unchange­able past. Its crisp­ness gone like cold toast.

I miss you like one who is going blind miss­es the sun­sets.

I am for­get­ting you like the blind for­get colour.

I’m will­ing to miss you but unwill­ing to for­get the vibran­cy.

I’m con­tin­u­al­ly sad miss­ing some­thing I can’t remem­ber.

Long after it’s over I’m los­ing you now.