I thought 

I would never forget the presence

She played in my life

Or the sound of her voice

Or the way she looked at me

Or any of those general things

But now

And it hasn’t been so long

I'm forgetting my desperate longing

The wanting to have those things afforementioned

Without the baggage attached

To hear words that aren’t barbed

With impossible intentions

I forget what those words were exactly 

Things are slowly getting taped over

The little cardboard box still labeled after her

But the contents are much different

I’m left with only the markings

Some semblance that might 

Resemble her in

The way that my handwriting 

Can portray

I don’t mind so much

I used to have to cut through 

The muggy air

A reminder of her evaporation

Just to get to class

But now I walk and only notice how crisp

The air tastes in my lungs

The very same organs that once

Shared the same breath

With someone

Who I can’t quite remember

I feel a resentment inside me

A sort of somber and phantom pain

It burns me but isn’t quite there at all

A name that fades from the tip of my tongue

Without ever arriving

I dig deep and see the shadow of a thing

More than a silhouette

Less than a floating something

A wisp of feeling that may or may not 

Have been there

And so I’m unsure

Did I ever know this apparition or

Does it only exist in what I’ve made of it

I suppose it doesn’t matter

I think on what it is

I think on what it could be

I think of who I was

I think of who I am

I think I’ve changed

I think I’ve forgotten her now