Some nights, before I go to sleep
I look at pictures of you.
I stare at the you I knew
And try to memorize the way you looked then.
I try and commit to memory the curve of your ear
And the slope of your nose.
I try to concentrate and remember the way your eyes looked
And the way you smiled.
Because I know when I close my eyes
It’s your face I’ll want to see there.
But you’ve been gone so long
I’m starting to forget.
So tonight, and tomorrow night, and all the nights to come
I will stare at these pictures of you
And try to remember the way I felt.
The way, when I was with you, I felt okay.