Forgetting & remembering

I forget you not
But your voice, your face, your smile
Drift in and out of focus
And can no longer be fixed
With clarity.
You remain
Not a physical presence
But a wisp of memory
Brought by a sound, a scent, a sight.
And always an emotion within me.

Out of focus but that's what memories are. Beautiful little forget me nots are such a sweet herald of spring and a sad reminder of loss.