Unmoored

What I actually

fear most is that I forget you.

That I forget the feelings.

I used to think that I was

afraid that

you would forget me,

but as I drift away, I realize:

no,

I am losing you.

You.

My anchor for two years,

even if you never knew it.

And the high of seeing you smile

and the twisting knowledge that

you never knew the truth.

And all those burning, swirling, enticing

emotions.

I'm losing them.

I'm letting you go

because I'm losing myself

because I think I forgot

how

to feel.