Olvide/Tears That End in a Smile

The sound of your voice is but a whisper amidst a deep chasm.
The echo is barely audible.
Like the whisper, the memory is faint, maybe even nonexistent.
I forgot.

The touch of your hand is a mere rustling of the wind on a warm day.
A rustling weak and distant.
The thought neither cools nor warms just like a weak summer wind.
I will forget.

Your words are like time of yesteryear.
Lost and gone forever.
A distant memory that takes much effort to be recalled to mind.
I am forgetting.

Your tokens of love are mere trinkets up for sale to the highest bidder.
The tinkerings of my heart are now mine.
They are tightly locked and guarded.
I am once again my protector. My keeper. My savior.

My eyes have dried themselves.
My hand has held itself.
My heart has healed itself.
To remember is human, but to forget is divine.
And I forgot. I will forget. I am forgetting.