I remember...
I remember the cold winds and the soft snow,
the icicles and scarfs,
the winter.
And I remember you.
Your dark hair dusted with the white snowflakes,
your face red from the harshness of the cold.
You.
But how could I forget you?
I can't. So I don't try to. I let myself remember your voice, your touch, your scent.
I remember how you stumbled over your words, how you always had a smile, how you always felt alive.
Even when you were dying.
I also remember the hospital beds, the breathing tubes, the smell of cleaning supplies.
I remember the chemo treatments, the x-rays, the hair loss.
I remember you screaming out in pain when not even the medicine could help you.
I remember you, and how you used to stick with me.
I remember when I couldn't live without you.
But now I have to.
