Memories fade, you shouldn't.

Slip down the firescape
and out into the city.
you don't care that your broke,
and you don't care that you forgot that picture on your dresser.
but passing the park,
where he used to push you on the swing,
and where he used to lay with you in the grass until the streetlamps came on,
you realize how much you've really lost.
you want to go back.
but you've gotten too far.
the night air hugs your body
as you sit, kicking the gravel.
the steady rain starts and it hides any trace of your tears.
and you go back.
you go back to the wilting flowers.
you go back to the only thing you have left.
which is a photograph,
that you almost left.
and now you'll never forget again.