It’s 2am and I am up thinking about you, like I've been doing every night since you left.

Before, I used to lie in bed at night replaying my day with you, smiling to myself about the things you said that made me happy, and wondering how our future would be.

But now, I’m in this dark room alone trying to imagine the feeling of my hand intertwined in yours, and how you smelled like, and what your smile looked like.

I’m trying to pinpoint exactly what went wrong between us, what occurred the exact moment I lost you, but my mind is drawing a blank.

The sound of your voice is something I wish I recorded on tape, it used to resonate in my mind every night as I drift off to sleep, but now, as the sun goes to bed and the moon comes out, and as each day passes, when I lay my head back on my pillow, it's becoming harder to remember it.

Just like it’s difficult to remember the exact color of your eyes, was it blue like the sky on a sunny day?

Or was it a deeper blue like the ocean waves at the beach?

When you left I thought I could never forget you, and here I am, trying to put the pieces of a puzzle back together.

I can’t seem to locate all the missing pieces, no matter how hard I try.

I can feel you slowly leaving my mind, just like you left my life.

It’s 4am now, and I’m up thinking.

Should I try holding on to the memories, or let them go?