Her face will fade away.
Her touch will follow with another day.
Forgetting a hill sloping with a strange degree.
Losing sight of things about her I thought to be beauty.
Her rose petals gone remembering only thorns.
I swallow despair and dine on times forlorn.
I misplaced scenes of us laying on the lawn.
Watching as the night gave way to the dawn.
Fading away is her smile as I stare up at the moon.
Eventually, everything about her will be gone soon.