Forgetting.

forgetting

 

She’s starting to forget.

She’s starting to forget how he held her, how he kissed her, how he loved her.

She’s starting to forget the way his clothes smelt.

She’s stating to forget their late night drives to the top of the hill where they’d watch the city fall asleep.

She’s starting to forget the pain of heartbreak.

She’s starting to forget the bitter sting of alcohol.

She’s starting to forget the taste of smoke on her lungs.

She’s starting to forget that there’s still a sweater of his, tucked into the back of her closet.

She’s starting to forget him.

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