The unwanted goodbyes leave only emptiness. They leave plans half-full, memories half-empty, and force us into a bitter, half-assed form of acceptance. They leave us feeling numb and stagnant in our sorrow... As we know that the memories that could have existed never will.
Tag: Memories
Glasses
Those rose-colored glasses had changed to blue, So previous perceptions no longer came through. Each pink-tinted lens had been graciously replaced, Providing the clarity that revealed the mistakes.
Pulse
Beating slow and steady through the skin of my temple... My pulse softly reverberates underneath my head's pillow. Abruptly beats quicken, now loud and askew... By my minds reckless wandering to the sudden thought of you.
Reminders
Careless whispers and breathless whimpers were left stained upon these walls. Now those borrowed moments and ill-fated components can be easily recalled.
Masterpiece
You were torn, ripped, and fraying at the edges... With faded colors and careless smudges. Self-destruction had since deemed you worthless... Yet my hand craved the cracks that had formed upon your surface.
Tangled
The shade has fallen under the tree... so take my hand and lie there with me. Your calloused hands and my haunted green eyes... can then tangle together under mostly clear skies.
Daybreak
Sunlight then began to stream through... With stubborn white rays and a subtle hint of blue.
Masterpieces
I remember those hands... They were works of art. Palms built strong and casually calloused, yet soft in all the right places. And those fingers... Piano fingers. Long, straight, and eloquently narrow. Perfect for strumming strings or meandering atop white keys. Those hands were masterpieces... Meant to be placed upon me.
Unforgettable
At night she closes her eyes and prays that she will forget... But ultimately knows she never will.
Details
Those details I held close are becoming less precise... For every day that I forget to remember.
Anonymously Hal 
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