How do you forget someone?
I don't remember the last time I saw him. The last time he screeched for cashews or for nuts.
I don't remember the last time, I slept beside him, cuddling him with his feathers tingling my cheeks.
I have not seen him in days, months or probably years. I don't remember how he looks until I accidentally come across his pictures while browsing my gallery. I don't remember the intonations in his call or screeches, it seems a distant voice now.
Somehow slowly, the outlining of his presence started withering with time. And when I would close my eyes, the outlines would crawl back. The picture in my mind of you would darken with the time. When I would hear your name, your memory would not flash back in the thunder.
Everything about you is fading, withering with time.
And sometimes, it takes reminding, It would never take forgetting you.
I would always paint you back in my mind. But this time, I'll paint your head pinker.
Wonderfully written as I could feel it. But a quite melancholy start into the challenge...
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DeleteYour words painted a vivid picture for the reader to imagine that in your next painting the head would be pinker. Nice start for the challenge. Visiting from the List...participant one below your name.
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Thank you Sue.
DeleteI agree, absence def makes the heart grow fonder :)
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ReplyDeleteVery well written, I could totally picture the scene
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