Forget

He walks through a glade of light,
His eyes dark and sorrowful,
But I know him! I cry,
I know him I swear,
I reach out to touch his faded grey jumper -
But the image fades with the onslaught of tears,
I am scared that I'll forget again,
His face as sweet as the promise of eternal pure happiness,
I'm terrified of drawing up a blank image -
The next time someone utters his name.
He will forget me,
That much I know - 
That much I have come to terms with,
Everyone forgets eventually,
But I don't want to.