Forgettable Poem by Maya Hanson

Forgettable.

That's the only word that
pierces my chest, pricks my fingers
as I wash my face with your aftertaste

Forgettable.

The only syllables that break my lips
as I chase your wings with regret
paint your eyes with my despair

Forgettable.

Dawn slips unknowingly into day
and I choke once again on
almost knowing who you were

Forgettable.

Intertwined fingers loosen,
inconstant after all- a sunrise
illuminates the cracks in everything

Forgettable.

I can't face you now
the shadow of who you were
fades in sundust, morning dew and haze

Forgettable.

I shed and take on a new skin
not twilight blue, more like the gray of
early morning clouds and
my memory through your slippery hands

Forgettable.