Strangely Familiar

I am afraid that I

might be forgetting

what you had looked liked;

the colour of your hair,

the bounce in your step,

a hint of quietude

in your voice,

are just a few features

that I have to try

very hard to recall,

and last night,

I slept with a fear

that I would not recognize

the version of you

that appears in some

of my lucid dreams,

and a few memories

that I have of you

are losing substance

as quickly as any

of my unprocessed thoughts;

in spite of all that,

I have no trouble

recollecting how generous

was your gentle heart

and how wise were

all of your words,

so I keep conjuring

you up from

all that you were,

and all that I

can no longer recall,

and you always

seem strangely familiar!

Β©Aaysid

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  1. I know this feeling so well. I find myself searching my memories for glimpses of certain people, and those memories keep fading like old photographs to the point where faces are less recognizable and events lose a bit of clarity. It’s sad. This is a beautiful poem and captures so well the pain of fading memories. You’re such a talented writer, Aaysid. πŸ™‚

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