Long ago, the shape of his lips and the colour of his eyes
were always there, in the back of my mind.
Now, when you ask me to describe his face,
all I see in front of me, is a blank space.
Whereas thinking of him used to hurt,
at this point, it is only a blur.
His hands around my waist,
a mere reminiscence of a self being chased.
Still, the memory of him haunts me from time to time,
lingers around until the moment is right.
Just before I am about to completely forget,
the echo of him calling my name comes back.
Yet, the sound of his voice that I craved to hear,
has become a distant noise, a murmur unclear.
Maria was listening to her sister singing Frozen’s ‘Let It Go’ in the background while writing this sonnet.