how it used to seem like I would never forget you
and that the feeling I knew so well – inescapable, it would seem -
vanished overnight and
one morning, I awoke
to find I
could barely remember your face
let alone the way you taste
on mornings, overcast
and outlook, cloudy,
weather reports on the television
your hair clinging to your cheek
at once familiar and new
now strange, belonging to a ghost.
how I felt better than I had before
without you – Happy.