Gone

I always looked at you like I had to memorize every line. Every pore. Tracing your eyebrows. Cheek bones. Kissing your eye lids. Drawing a finger down the line of your jaw. I memorized every part of you. As if I knew one day you would only be a memory.

But then you left me. So I buried you. I burnt your letters. Your pictures. Deleted your voicemails and texts. I had a funeral for you before you died.

And then you died. And all I want is to see your face one more time.