there is even less

the more time

that passes, the less i know of you.

where you are,

who you are.

you are less than a shadow

now,

thinner than a ghost.

you are almost nothing.

i have forgotten the sound

of you,

your voice, your feet upon

the stairs.

the crying of you.

the smell of your hair.

you were never here,

and now, the more time that

passes,

there is even less.