I keep forgetting,
what your face looked like
against the rays of the sun

or how your listening to your voice felt like
every night
like a lullaby.

There's so much that I want to write about you
about that smile so perfect that it literally hurts
and all of that cheesy romantic shit,
but I keep forgetting
that I shouldn't
that I had to stop before it was too late.

There's a song playing in my head
that I want to tell you about.
But I kept forgetting then.
and I keep forgetting now.

And this is how I knew
that I did not need you anymore.