The things that have faded from my memory over time

What she looked like.

How she sounded.

Exactly how she felt in a simple hug or cuddle

The precise taste of her brown gravy over roast and mashed potatoes.

You would think these, the important things, wouldn’t ever be erased, that they would somehow imprint on your soul, but the mind is a funny thing. You can’t always choose what stays or goes.

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