I don't want to forget you.

Tears don't fall down my face, they don't fill my eyes or come unannounced, when I think or talk about you.

Sadness doesn't fill my heart, and I don't fill the pain of missing you're face, your smile, your voice anymore.

I'm scared. It's getting harder every day to recall how your voice sounds, or to remember the things you used to do or say.

Your name doesn't fall on people's lips as much as it used to, or maybe it's because I haven't brought your name up in a long time, or maybe I'm just too scared to bring you up in conversation.

I'm scared, I don't want to forget you, I don't want to stop felling your presence around me, but every day it seems like your presence is drifting further and further away.

I wish you were here to shear in this joyous time with me, to be here with me and see my son grow up, I wish you could hold him, I wish he could meet you and get to see how wonderful, beautiful, and great you are.

Is it wrong for me to want you back?

Is it selfish of me to want the person I love back?

I don't know what to think or what to say anymore, except that I miss you, and that I need something's explained to me.