Time
- Sam Olson
- Jun 14, 2020
- 1 min read
Time passes and you begin to forget.
All too easily your father’s voice
fades from memory and
echoes of love go with it.
Time passes and you continue to forget.
When you recall his features,
they feel foreign.
His eyes were hazel,
and they were kind,
but yours are blue and apathetic.
His hair was thick and black
unlike your fine brunette locks.
Time passes and you forget
what it’s like to breathe in paint fumes
and exhale fresh cut grass.
How wood shavings feel on your skin
and the taste of birthday cake.
Time passes but some things
you will never forget.
Cold sweats and blue skin take it all away.
Sharp metal scissors snip through the brain and
time passes and
time passes and
I forgot what I wanted to say.
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