I find your visage slipping from my memory, little by little. I’m slowly forgetting your face. Like mist that loosens from the morning air, your features fade where once they lingered still; a softened echo draped in quiet care, now drifting past the borders of my will. Your eyes—once constellations I could trace— grow dim, uncharted in the dark of thought; your voice, a song I swore I’d not misplace, now hums in fragments I can’t fully caught. I reach for you in corners of my mind, but grasp at shadows thinning into none; what once was vivid, warm, and well-defined unravels gently, thread by fragile spun. And though I mourn what time has seen erase, there’s something tender in this quiet art— for even as I’m losing hold of your face, the feeling stays, undying, in my heart. #POETRY #ANGST #IMISSMYWIFE #TRAGICLOVE
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Oh, Rose.... :< I am on my way with photographs, chocolates, and weed. I miss my Kanaya, too.
A penchant for the pentametric art Appears to run along our fam'ly tree I know not what has led you two apart But hope that one day you'll no longer be