How long do I have to wait
Before everything stops reminding me of you?
Your face is framed clearly in my mind,
Although I was never good with faces.
I find them hard to picture and they blur,
Distorted and foggy.
Your face will not leave me now.
No detail will leave me;
The figures on your shelves
Or the coffee in your cupboards
Are imprinted in my head
Like your fingers on my back
Moving softly down my spine;
I remember but I wish I could forget.
When can I turn the radio on again
Or walk to work the way I used to go
Without regretting it?
It has been a long time now;
You get farther away,
But you won’t disappear.