Forgotten

If being forgotten is all there is…
What about the countless kisses,
The hours spent tangled between sheets,
The sweet stares across a crowded room?

What about the hoodie you used to borrow,
The one that turned into your second skin,
And the pashmina you proudly carried as our flag.

What about my hands merging into yours,
And your green eyes piercing mine?
Your head laying on my chest sharing the same breath.
What about the deep burns your fingers left on every inch that they reached?
The soft caress you used to give to my cheek.

If being forgotten is all there is…
why does memory still burn?
Was it too good to last,
or too true to keep?
Loving you
blurred so much of me
into us.