As she

strode along

leaving me

in the treacherous

embankments of my,

my existence,

swaying

effortlessly in her,

diaphanous, sheer top,

whicy seemed to

portray our relationship

what we

once had.

Yet do you know?

Do you know how much I loved you?

What you meant to me?

A year has passed since,

we've truly spoken

textes gone, quick smirks dissipated

conversations halted,

encompassing what we had,

almost as if it never happened.

Yet now,

with our

communication absent

reaching towards the trenches

of wonder,

I ask,

do you remember me?

Or has my existence, our love, our relationship,

emaciated in the wind...