Reason to Believe

I've lost count of the number of nights I spent awake remembering you. And somehow I've come to realize that I'm slowly forgetting the fine details of your face. Every contour is starting to fade away. But I still remember the days I had, the days where I could still hear your voice and listen to it, never once feeling tired of it. And that's how I'll remember you: by memories, and what's left of it.