I will never forget you - contest entry - original

On the cold nights we used to sit with hot chocolate moustaches in front of the hearth. Our laughter sounded beautiful together. A duet that was never rehearsed. So many times we would be there, in our very own blanket of warmth.1

These moments now creep up on me, like an unwanted face in an unwanted place. Our good times now gone, our duet now unsung. Though there were things I never got to say, I felt you knew. I still feel you sometimes. Looking upon me as I sob my sorrowful song. My regret for not saying a proper goodbye. No longer able to tell you the things I always wanted to. This torture, though silent, I share. 2

When that silence strikes me once more, I look upon the place were you once sat. There is enough light to see the place where you would lay your cup. I glance to the fire and recall your smile, your laughter. Cruel and cold shadows dance with the flame. It reminds me of the dance our eyes enjoyed so much. 3

As the flickers and crackles fill the space I now dwell, I reach out for the friend I once knew. But I can never know your touch again. Your familiar face now a painful memory of the past. How I wish I could forget these things, let the embers of my misery die and finally clear the ash away. It seems the only way to recover from you.4

How could I betray you like this? My anger surely is not the only means of escape? Our time was precious, nothing meant more to me. Now the coldness grows faster than ever. How can I resist it any longer? I need you near, now more than ever. I long to relive what we had.5

The wind blows the curtain. I hear the sound but can not feel its soothing touch. My numbness entwines into my thoughts. I look to your chair and can almost see your face. The soft lines of your smile. The strength of your hands. In the silence I hear your voice. It whispers in the wind, letting me know you still love me. Telling me 6

I cannot ignore you now or ever. It can't be real. I know you are gone. As I drift into slumber I feel your hand on mine. You gently say, "Remember me. Please, remember me." I smile inside. I will never forget you.7