I don't know the comfort of your arms anymore, and I'm really quite unsure if that's good, or bad. I can't remember the last time I lie on your chest while very quietly hearing the faint sounds of your heartbeat, or if the last time I could recall it would be the last time your heart ever beats.

I wish I could remember the warmth of your skin touching mine, ever so gently, but never flinching away; or maybe it's good that I cannot bring back a certain touch.

I can barely see to remember what it's like when you used to say "I love you" or the way your lips curved when you said my name; except maybe the last time I heard it should be the last time i am ever brought up in conversation.

The way you'd hug me, ever so tightly, while making sure your arms were around me as much as they could be, that feeling of sense and security, I wish I could remember it, too.
Or again, is this something that we are just better off without?

And your voice.. oh my god your voice.
I could've sworn your voice was like the sun beginning to set on the horizon of a gorgeous ocean after yet, another perfect day. But in the truth of the outcome, the end of the day was never perfect, was it?

Your voice, so sweet and calming, made it seem like there was nothing that could ever break the love heard in the things you said..
But nothing is supposed to be forever, right?

From the warmth of your touch,
the sweetness in your voice,
and the security you had once provided me-
to the final heartbeats of love that escaped from your chest
in the last couple moments I lie with you.
Through it all,
and through the remembrance of our love,
with what's known and what's already been forgotten,

I beg you,
please don't forget about us.