Faint clouds

My eyes are glazing over the memories of your face

All the times I would say something stupid

Your lips would twitch with a smile that spread around any room like wildfire

As I see it less clearly

Larger and larger lumps of your person drift off

Joining the pale blue sky of everyone forgotten

One day all that will be left is that small smile

And clouds will glaze my eyes like egg wash.

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