In the darkness of my room last night, I stared unblinking at the too-bright light of my phone, burning images into my eyes. Using the ungodly hours as a tool to carve the curve of your smile into my memory. I burned the slope of your nose into my mind,(more) painted your eyes onto my heart. They seemed so alive at the time.
This morning I pressed the buttons, one after another. Select, Select, Delete, Delete. Each picture erased from my phone. If I couldn't see you in person, I wouldn't see you at all. I couldn't stand to stare at the photos, night after night, watching the light fade from your eyes.
I didn't go to your funeral today. I've etched you into my soul, lively and happy, and that's where you'll stay. (less)