Cerulean Fields

She is, a distant memory 

With each day dissipating 

Evaporating behind a blinking blur of yesterday. 

A faint voice: ferried away in parting. 

He cannot, remember her words. 

He cannot, remember her face. 

He cannot endure, the resonance of her heart. 

He will forget: how her grey eyes turned green.

How adoration faded with her simple smile. 

He will forget her harbored pain, 

Hidden in the letters that moved along the night. 

He will forget: how she moved on. 

He will forget... 

How to live without her...