forgetfulness is a stranger
I remember
every second.
ghosts linger over me
I feel you in
every room before
my senses reach you
the sight of your face
painted with fingers
the smell of hair
unmistakable
song of your voice
etched into my skin
into mind
all of us
carved into heart
imprinted cave paintings,
my bones, a cavern
words are handprints.
my spirit hasn’t forgotten you.
and
generations will wonder
maybe even recall us differently
than we were.
time will be kind
to love
even love that ends,
because that’s hope
isn’t it?
isn’t it…?
I hope time will be kind to us
and someone will see
the sweet, in the bitter.
I’ve not forgotten you
however much I try.
memory is a lover,
and it is all I’m left with.