Her...

Her eyes sparkling in the winter night.

Shining like diamonds, clear and bright.

Her breath, slow and light.

Her beauty, truly a wondrous sight.

Her finger traces my chest slowly,

Stroking gently, warmly.

Her lips curled seductively,

Pulling me in alluringly.

She likes her tea without sugar,

She likes her food without much salt,

She likes baked potato and a certain tofu,

She also likes mushrooms to a fault.

She sometimes acts silly in the car,

She has nightmares that can go real far,

She knows her worth in life,

But isn't ready to be a wife.

Her eyes sparkling in the snowy night.

Shining like stars, clear and bright.

I see all this in her, and more,

Her, the woman I adore.

Blackout...

Sand.

It's everywhere.

Feels like there's a hole and sand is falling out, getting everywhere.

Yet, going nowhere.

Memories are starting to fade...or...they're missing entirely.

Silence.

Silence so disconcerting that even the droning of jet-plane engines would be preferable.

The process started some time ago. Started for entirely different reasons. Reasons that I can't quite remember now.

Was it to make my life better...or was it to be a better person...was it for someone. Can't remember anymore.

Therapy.

Mayhaps the intention was pure.

Wanted happiness...was it for myself...was it for a girl...can't remember anymore.

Something isn't quite right...can't remember anymore.

Memory.

Shards sharp enough to cut.

Can't remember.

Was told that this was the choice.

Can't remember what...why...

I think I'm happy.