Will he remember
The soft words he whispered
As we intertwined hands?

Will he remember
My name in the morning
When he wakes up?

Will he remember
The way he kissed my lips
The night before?

Or will he simply wake, turn in his bed, and fall asleep again?

A shadow lit by flitting sunlight
A scent on the air
A dream in the difficult night
Searching for you there.
My memories provide both joy and pain,
A wandering river, disrupted by rain.

Breaking its banks, driving apart the reeds
Withdrawing in a moment
Leaving endless seeds
Its force and fury briefly spent.
Your love, then and now, a storm
That takes every form.

How can I describe our love now
Without referencing extremes?
Then, once, it was more dazzling than the above
Blue fringed with uncompromising beams
Too fierce to draw near
Too intense to see clear.

It overwhelmed and smothered me
Too bright and fragile to last!
A furious, consuming epiphany
That mangled and mingled future, present and past.
I let it go, unable to sustain my grip,
I let you go.  Into the past I let you painfully slip.

I remember that night, I remember...
That velvet kiss, on your soft, lush lips
I remember the music, I remember...
My arms, gently wrapped around your hips

I remember this feeling, I remember....
What it is when I see you with him, it's rage
I remember this pain, I remember...
Feeling as though you're crushing my heart in cage

I remember all this, I remember...
Every second I spent with you
But to forget the bad, must I forget
everything that was good too?

I forgot your name, in the
process of trying to remember.
It danced and spun on the tip of my tongue, then
fell to the floor, shattering into fragments of blue,
guilt stained glass. You, with
wide eyes and a firm frown, watched and cringed
at the sight of this, and I was left attempting
to remember the name of the girl of my dreams while
she stormed out of my life in those pretty six inch
heels. It wasn’t until you were gone that I remembered
everything, except how to forget you.

Forgetting is ******
The killing of memories
Please don't forget the little things
They mean so much to me.

-D.D.

Do you remember?
The time I cried of loneliness.

Do you remember?
The time I wished someone was there.

Do you remember?                                
How I asked, begged, pleaded like a wretched mess.
      
Do you rember?
How I asked for you in those moments of despair.
  
You do remember?
Remember?                              

Yet, I am now just a memory.

Yes, you stand over me. A mound of dirt, and a universe apart.          

But, you do remember?