I never forget a face.

.

I can never let go of who

smiles the widest, of who

cries the hardest, of who

shouts the loudest.

.

A lifetime of eyes can never haunt me

as much as your liquid melancholy can.

.

Our DNA shares the same

shade of blue, the same

stain of depression, the same

shock of mania.

.

Your eyes stare back at me from my own head.

.

The cemetery does not

hold your spirit, does not

keep you captive, does not

house your ghost.

.

I find you in the car that used to be yours.

.

Your gaze follows me along

the bustling streets, along

the winding back roads, along

the wooded dirt paths.

.

Your eyes are the ones I see in the passenger seat

in memories I'm sure you don't remember anymore.