as do hearts without enough love
and I think I heard a whimper escape my lips
when you broke mine
though years have passed
I can taste your perfume just by looking at
the empty side of our bed
but there are things I'm starting to forget
like how many freckles adorned your cheeks
and the way your hair fell when you sleep
these things I thought were permanent
memories in my brain
have fluttered away from my mind
like red leaves on the trees in autumn
until they are swept up by the wind's caress
and float gracefully to the ground
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