Little by Little.

I knew this for a fact.
Little by little, the ache to see her, 

to hear her would disappear.
Little by little I’d forget how her arms felt,

how her fingers felt,

how her lips felt..

the sound of her voice,

the intensity of her gaze,all of it.

Trace by trace it would slip from my mind,recede into foggy memory. 

The painful haze that dulled my present would melt into the past.

Maybe not all the way,maybe there would be a few scars.

Maybe I'd be different, but I’d be me again. 

Little by little.Piece by Piece.

Maybe some other day when we might suddenly meet.

I'll swipe you off your feet, 

in my arms with a hug ,we weep.