#074 Of Love, Loss and Longing

Fuck you.
Fuck all your friends.
Everyone.
All. Of. Them.

I can’t remember what it felt like,
to hold your hand.
Feel the grooves of fingertips,

slipping out of mine,
Warm blush of your lips,
slipping out of mind.

I can’t remember what you sound like,
or what you said.

The words you borrowed,
to put this to an end.

I don’t remember anything:
how we ended up like this.
Possibilities forever lost,

no happy ending, nor true love’s kiss.

So, fuck you.

Fuck all your friends.

For robbing me of past and future memories.

Every one.

All. of. them.