The degenerate way of life

Time

As the years go by the memory of you starts to fade,

I still love you, my brain couldn't even comprehend the thought of forgetting you,

but I still somewhat do. 

I'll always remember who you are, 

but as I stare at images of you it feels so familiar yet unfamiliar too. 

Your face distorts before my eyes, yet I see your face as clear as day.

When I dream you're usually in them,

but I'm forgetting the sound of your voice and your facial expressions too.

You never seem to blink, nor do you walk,

how I wish I could remember how you talk.

You just end up standing there staring at me, unmoving, unblinking.

Time flies yet it feels as though you had only just died yesterday,

though sometimes it feels as though you never even existed in the first place,

like I made you up and you were never truly there.

But I know that's not true

because to this day, your absence still haunts me,

even though it's been over six years.

Damn how time fucks you up.