Fading memory

So here I am: a fading memory –
like the way we were together ,
boiling water and as soon as
we hit the winter air , we would
vanish into vapour — and soon
you’ll forget completely
and your lips will be left
trailing my memory across
my skin and in the end ,
the memory still existed
once upon a time.

I built a house
on sand
and when it turned
into a home
we sank.

I need you to be
my rock.

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