I'm not in love with him anymore,
But it's hard to forget...
The baby-soft black hairs
At the nape of his neck.
His sharp shoulder blades
And the scars on his back.
My fingertips recall
Each mole near his spine.
The span of his arms
So much wider than mine.
The dip in his back
And his caramel thighs.
My muscle memory
Is obsolete.
I'm not in love with him...
How could I be?
Yet, I can't seem to forget
Every delicacy.
For WY
I remember how soft your favorite shirt is. I remember how thick your hair is. I remember how broad your shoulders are. I remember where each mole on your back is.
I'm trying to forget.