Each time

Each time I feel that I am beginning to forget you, I tend to try my best to remember you. I put myself through the painful ordeal and allow the memories to unravel in my head like music notes dancing on a music sheet. Sometimes and just sometimes, I still think of you, but you're nothing more than a silhouette in my mind now. I can barely picture you and honestly, I'm not sure if I am happy that I am forgetting you.