She forgets his name.
She simply forgets his name.
The smell of him.
His clothes, the fragrance he wore.
How he walked, danced.
How he spoke, how he swore.
They all just ceased to be – like before.
Before he existed, before he was real,
before she enlisted, before she could feel.
Before she was herself.
She knew her own worth.
before she had full love.
before she was cursed.
He simply ceased to be as she walked away.
© G.P Williamson 2017