#294 What she left behind

I can't even remember her face any moreI stared into her eyes for such a long timeWhat colour were they? Hazy.Same as her hands, I so often held in mineShe was kind to me, I remember thatEspecially when we left, tried to leave me with no painAnd with it she took nearly everything.Memories. Seized along with her name.She was greater than me, in a way I could never knowShe was beautiful. Stunning. Someone I could never find.I've tried looking, but there was no clues. Nothing.There was only one thing she left behind.The one thing she couldn't remove. She probably didn't have a choice.She who one I loved. She who erased everything. She who left me alone. She I can't recall.I have but one final memory of it all.That she had the most lovely voice.***https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/08/what-she-left-behind.html