Fading

about how our memory starts to fail us...especially when we want so desperately to hold onto someone we miss

goosebumps decorate the paleness of my skin
as i sit in the cold, too slow and tired to move
i am thinking and it is taking everything i have to
remember the look of your face
the sound of your voice, the way you smell
eyes open, eyes closed, it doesn't make a difference
the truth is that you are fading quickly and i let it happen
i wanted it to happen, i had to let you go
deep down i knew that i would regret it
as i do right now, in the cold of the night
my fingers as cold and numb as my heart
i almost wish you pain but then i shake it off
i could never do that
and no matter how i might say i do
i could never want that for you
instead i wish you warmth and peace
something i just don't have
it is better that one of us has this gift
than none of us at all