Already the details are becoming fuzzy.
I feel like I’m forgetting, I’m forgetting her.
I use to be able to close my eyes and remember what it felt like to hold her, to feel her weight, the softness of her cheek.
I can’t now.
I can’t remember any of it.
I can’t pull in how small she actually was.
Pictures don’t do justice to her size, to the way she looked.
I can’t feel her softness through them.
I can’t pull in her smell.
Her room lost its scent. She was never in there but it always had this sweet smell.
It’s gone now.
I don’t know how to get it back.