Your Face Has Started to Fade Away

Your face has started to fade away

It's now at some place that makes me blind,

I don't understand how this happens,

Were you so insignificant to me?

Or have you changed a lot from the past?

But I remember every single thing you said,

Every punctuation and apostrophe

Every road and bus we took.

I wonder why your face is fading,

When I remember how we cycled through the fields in the summer,

How you read me Neruda,

battling with the breeze that turned the pages constantly.

How can your face fade away,

When I remember the sensuality I felt every time your hands rubbed against my skin,

The times we spent under fluorescent lights of your van.

Your face has started to fade away,

Even when I don't forget how time

Flew when we spent weeks

Exploring the strange roads in the Countryside.

How is this possible?

When I have a clear picture of

your little ecstasies

surrounding the odd things,

The way you arranged home with

white curtains and yellow flowers,

The trivial things that altered your moods.

How can your face fade away,

When I can remember everything else?

Maybe I'm drinking a lot,

Maybe I'm consumed by my loneliness,

Or maybe I'm just old,

Or maybe, maybe you are no longer the one in my memories.

A. C

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