Remembering/Forgetting - A poem
To the love we thought was true & to the heartbreaks we thought we would never overcome
People tell me to remember you as a sweet memory and move on, But no, It's about forgetting you first. How can I forget something, that my body, my soul, my heart, my brain, my veins, my blood and everything that you touched in me has refused to be forgotten. The tips of my fingers moving along the curves of your lips, I remember. And I remember looking at you sleep from just two inches away from your face. Swinging from side to side in your embrace. Grabbing my hand to hold it firm only to cross the roads, But I begged to walk the eternity with yours in mine. It was the first time I was begging, begging to the divine. I remember slowly rubbing your nose against mine, As if two universes collided in each other, only to align. And, I remember how you pulled me in for a hug before dropping me home, It was the first time I wanted time to stop in the moment, For I realised something in me has grown, something too strong. I still walk with imprints of your lips on the curves of my feet, It holds the power to send shivers down my spine, For you etched them carefully gazing at me with the look of divine. I remember you cupping my face in your hands to bring my head to your chest, As I build a space in your heart and rest to the rhythm of your beats, unbothered and obsessed. And I remember the ember of your cheeks, sigh of your relief, the warmth of those lips, the smell of your sheets, the lines on your forehead, the curves of your smile, the disappointment in your eyes, the sun shining on your skin. And there you left a piece of you in me to fill in.
