I drink to remember you.

Red wine spills onto my white pages and glass cuts my fingers as I pick it up.

I've said too much.
Too many midnights
spilling your name into empty pages like it's a prayer-or a curse still you’re fading with each turn of the moon I forget.

I should be done trying to hold onto you but you’re fading like a ghost
that no longer cares to haunt me.

I burned your poems, your paintings, and your letters the smoke rose like absolution.

But the fire didn’t cleanse
It remembered
It whispered your words back to me in ash.

I drink to remember you
Until the silence forgets you,
Until I forget
why I ever cared to remember