half-forgotten memories

Do you remember me? Do
you know who I am, because 
I've changed since the last time
we talked. Which happened to be 
5 months,
13 days,
2 hours,
31 minutes &
7 seconds ago, but
who's counting?

I'd like to say I've 
forgotten you, but no 
matter what I do,
I keep coming back to you &
I can't stop. Why?
You actually think I know the answer to that?
Think again. 

Some of my memories of
you are sharp shards of
broken glass that I
can't walk over anymore. Others
are soft, fluffy clouds that
I dance across when 
I have nothing to do. But 
sometims the coulds 
vanish beneath my feet &
I'm falling down to the glass,
which marrs my skin and stains
the crystal-clear glass
red. The color of
ripe berries,
blood,
love & lust. 

Help me forget you, even though you made me promise to never forget anyways.
It's hurting me more than you realize, 
even though you haven't
heard my voice for now
5 months,
13 days,
2 hours,
32 minutes &
43 seconds.