As the years pass,

the memories of you fade away.

 

I no longer remember the way you smiled.

I just vaguely remember the way your hands felt.

The way it felt to look into your eyes as you spoke.

The sound of your deep voice as you would sing.

The clothes you would wear,

the things that you liked.

 

Those memories feel like a hazy dream.

 

I sometimes wonder how you have aged,

and maybe how the wrinkles on your face look now.

 

When you die,

I'm sure it will be sad.

But it will not feel any different.

 

Even though we barely knew each other,

it still hurts watching you fade away.