People always say
just forget and move on
how do you forget love?
can people not see that
love can not be forgotten?
All my memories of you
linger like a morning fog
in my summer mind

The way your hand trailed
along my bare fragile ribs
your smile as you
were about to kiss my
flushed rose lips
my head resting on your chest
the music of your tired lungs
your singing heart

Why do we act like strangers
after all the memories we have?
I cant burn memories like
I can burn pictures
I can not forget love
I can only forget why
why I made the effort to
love
in the first place

It's these small hours; these slow and tired ones,
thick,
heavy with memories,
that can weigh a man down.

I miss you

Time creeps by.

This moment,
this Now,
I can taste your smells.
Rose oil,
amber,
coffee and fresh sheets.

Skin

It's these small hours,
these quiet hours.

Aching for your skin
Remembering all your smells
Dying for your touch