I wish I could say I got busy, say that I didn't find the time, something along those lines - but it wouldn't be true. I'm heartbroken to say I'm forgetting you. ​

I can't remember your laugh. 

I can't remember your hands. 

I can't remember your smell.

But hidden behind all the broken memories, there's one that's clear as day.​

I'm wearing blue, and we're laying on the raggedy, old hammock in my dad's backyard. You hold me until my eyes get heavy and then kiss me goodnight. Just one kiss. 

And sometimes, every now and then, I pretend that was the real ending.  

I pretend your rope unravels and expands into a parachute that brings you back down. I pretend your stool crumbles and flattens into that old, raggedy hammock and cradles you. 

I pretend we tried.

I pretend you moved away.

I pretend you met the girl of your dreams.

And on those days, when it's still and quiet, I can almost feel it. You, walking around somewhere on this earth, just living.