Will I forget?
When I close my eyes I conjure an image of you, striding,
looking around, grabbing your phone, furiously punching…. Hello? Hey! I can see
you… you stepping through the door, me rushing to meet you, hands shaken,
awkwardness forgotten. When I open my eyes you linger like a phantom, your
voice, your laughter, your touch… Oh my, how you touched me… I can feel them in
the air all around me, in the cadence of my breath, in the rise and fall of my
chest, heaving, believing, hoping the ocean non-existent, personal idiosyncrasies
notwithstanding.
If I close my eyes will you be there? More real, more
concrete, more than my imaginings, more than words, than conversations, images, poems, notes, musings, romantic somethings. If I open my eyes will you
disappear? Your memory, your feel, your sound, your laughter, your voice, your
eyes, your hair, your touch buried in my everyday nothings, my reality, my
noise, my attempt at nonchalance, masking, distracting, forgetting. But will I?
Will I forget?
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