Forgetting

Forgetting
Thoughts drifting through her head like the fog rolling over the lowlands in the weepy morning hours.
To much to think about, the fog is choking out any answers she might have found.
She takes a deep breath and can smell the scent of him like it was yesterday.
A lone tear rolls down her cheek, she wipes it away and pretends its not there.
She is getting good at forgetting again, at least that is what she tells herself.
The silence that replaces her voice, when asked what is wrong, she pauses, nothing, its nothing. Silence again.
She moves through the day, every moment spent walking away from the moment before is that much further he escapes in her memory, thats what she tells herself.
Another deep breath, another thought escapes her mind to be lost forever.
She is getting good at forgetting again, thats what she tells herself, before another tear falls to the ground.
Every moment moving foward in time is moving away from the past, that is what she tells herself once again.
Forgetting.