They ask about you, you know?
They smile softly, whispering care
They ask me for a memory to share
I know what I'll speak of, your eyes, they were so...

Why can't I remember your eyes?
Broken fragmentary pictures of a life we had
A thousand knife cuts in my mind echo a life we had
Yet your eyes, like void daggers carve away pieces of my heart

They ask me of the good times we had
We shared plenty of those
The tilt of your chin, the bridge of your nose
The sound of your laugh always made me...

Why can't I remember your laugh?
Why does silence mar the memories I seek
Why cannot I begin to describe you?
A million echoes deafen me to my old joy

They ask of your beauty, your grace, your style
They ask what clothes you wore
They ask what...

Why can't I remember how you dressed?
Why can't I remember your height?
Why can't I remember the shape of you
What is happening?

They ask how you acted
They ask if you were funny
...

Why can't I remember the infinite ways you would light up my life?
The quiet times we shared and the time we wiled away
Did I fail you?
Is the torch I'm bearing that casts light onto your life, a life I shall never see again, that dull that all around you is shadow?
Have I failed you?
Do you hate me?
You should hate me
I hate me


They ask what I would do if you came back



I would love you until every part of me faded from your memory


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 996 AF.