sometimes it's months before i think about you again
your face is always a blurred memory
in the back of my car,
sitting in front of me - laughing and smiling your toothy grins
i read a news article
your favourtie musician
talking about getting ghosted
the end of the article talked about what ghosting means
but i already knew, thanks to you
so i open the socials and type your name in the search bar
i look at your face
i look at photos of you, taken from different angles
i don't know her, i cannot place her face in my memories
why was i ever so attached to you?
