Today, I tried to remember what your voice sounds like but I couldn’t. All your memories seem to be slipping away slowly. In time, I probably wouldn’t be able to distinguish the ones that are real from the ones that aren’t. I wonder how over all the time we spent together, I don’t have anything tangible to remember you by. Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe when I finally get out of this place, I’ll stop thinking I’m in love with you and identify it for the irrational madness it is.