Will you forget?
All the things we had, all the things we dreamt to be?
But I don’t really say all that.
I look into your eyes.
All I see, is fear. Fear of not being so loved.
Fear of not finding love again.
More so of not being given attention to.
Memories have been made.
Soon this conversation will be a memory too.
It depends on you, if you want to keep them alive.
I’m asking far too much, ain’t I?
You hold me,
In your arms.
Cold heart, but warm arms.
It feels like walking on hot sand,
And freezing your fingers.
It’s going to be okay
I’ll be gone
You won’t remember any of this.
Trying to convince me or yourself?
Tell me now,
Tell me quick.
Will you? Forget it all?
I feel your hands turning cold
And my fingers becoming numb.
I ask you,
You look at me
Not really surprised,
Smile, as your tears roll down your cheeks.
Oh, I love you!
I rephrase my question now,
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