I am not afraid of failing
I am not afraid of death
But I am afraid of forgetting how you smiled
And afraid of forgetting how it felt when I looked into your eyes.
Little by little, I am already forgetting how you smelt
Or how your fingers felt when placed on my cheek
Little by little, I am moving farther away from all that you stood for
And slowly inching towards an age when you would probably cease to matter.
Yes, I am afraid. Afraid of that day.