The Gray

If there were a way

to forget you,

I think I’d take it.

Not out of anger—

you were never something

I needed to erase.

You were… good.

And that’s the problem.

Because now everything

feels like it’s missing something

I can’t get back.

The world didn’t fall apart—

it just dimmed.

Like someone turned the color down

and left me here

to notice.

I don’t want to forget you.

I just don’t want to feel

the space you left behind.

Because you weren’t just there—

you made things feel… alright.

You made the silence

less loud.

The days

less empty.

And now it’s all back.

That quiet.

That gray.

That weight

that doesn’t go away.

If there were a way

to forget—

I would.

Not because I didn’t care…

but because I still do.