deeper than words

the day will come, in which,
I will stop seeking you in the crowd.
the memories will start to fade,
and waking up will no longer hurt.
I will not wait for you
at the, now, empty door.
however,
one day, it will come,
in which, you desperately
come looking for me.
tracing my steps
using the map of our history,
but I won’t be there.
forcing you to give up
at the arms of someone who
will never be me.
you will, eventually, transcend
but the wind will tease you,
carrying my scent
making it so,
that you will never forget me.