Forgetting Cole

A cerulean sky stretches carelessly alone.

Slouching palms hang low to whisper secrets in my ear.

Soothsayer waters gently lick the sand. 

Furious grains of sand nip my soles in the presence of the sun.

Alone, a fear that haunts like no other.

Eyes fluttered, a concocted memory dances.

A face-less boy of a ripe 18 years make an appearance.

A face I cherished was thrown away wastefully.

His name slipping from my lips butchered.

A severed, chopped unrecognizable model of the original.

Losing him was a knife that sliced deeper than loneliness. 

A pain that didn't compare.

Love didn't properly fit this absence in the back of my mind and heart.

Infatuation, living without wanting him was alien to me.

A harmless school-yard crush obstructed my way of living.

Strangling my free thoughts with no mercy.

A foreign fear brushes my heart.

I'm forgetting little things: the depth of his laughter, how wide he smiles.

I'm forgetting large things: his face, his girlfriend's name.

I'm forgetting simple things: what was it about him that made my heart rumble?

Forgetting the boy that shed a light over my dormant heart would be something I couldn't live without.

Forgetting Cole would be inhumane.

Forgetting Cole would heartless.

Forgetting Cole would be unlivable.