Memory

 She was drifting away from me again. Her voice; her face; her memory. They were fading rapidly.

I clung onto them in desperation. I had promised her that I wouldn’t forget her but her image was blurring around the edges, memories slipping through my finger.

I almost didn’t recognise the girl that looked at me through the photos. Was she the one that I was trying to remember? I didn’t know anymore.

And it was heartbreaking.