sinks in
and slowly suffocates,
its grasp tightening
when you’ve forgotten it’s there
the pain is not in the memories
of him,
but in all the memories
that he will never be apart of
in the inability to remember
the last words he spoke to you
and not knowing
that the last time you touched him
would be the last
and now you collapse, knowing
that every moment you spend
without him
was a moment wasted
and wondering how
you had not realized this
before he was gone