You start innocently enough, forgetting how his skin feels under your finger tips.
You forget the contours of his face, his body and the textures of his skin.
You forget the warmth and the scent he leaves behind whenever you touch.
The scent so strong, it makes you relive each moment you’ve spent together in vivid memory.
But soon and eventually, you will begin to lose that scent.
You will forget if he smells of musk or leather.
Or was it sandlewood and cigerettes?
His scent will escape your memories, slowly but eventually.
You start to forget the colour of his eyes – a colour so vivid, you never had any problem remembering them before.
Was it a light playful shade of brown or that seductive shade of green you love?
The colours are meshing, they no longer stand out.
Its getting harder and harder to recall each day.
Soon enough, they look like empty spaces to you.
The last thing you’d forget is his name, his voice.
The name that brings a torrid of emotions.
They haunt you like ghosts of a distant past.
You will begin to forget how smoothly his name rolls off your tongue, off his.
You will learn to forget.
Because that’s what time does to people and their memories.
It slowly eats away and leaves you with nothing but hazy memories of what used to be.
And eventually, even that would fade too.
Leaving you to wonder what is it that you were trying to hold on to for so long.