I hope that you remember me,
but how would you remember me?
Would you remember my smile
that you could tell more from my eyes,
than from my lips?
Would you remember my laugh
that no one could ever mistake it
for anyone but me?
Would you remember my scent
how it wavered on the pillowcase
long after I had left?
Would you remember how we first met?
The accidental bumping into a stranger
who shared you life philosophy,
which we discovered over accidental-coffee?
Would you remember the fights
how we would stay up all night
at the other side of the room,
listening to the other breathe?
Would you remember how we would make up
searching our eyes for the truth,
for the pain and the sorrow?
Would you remember how much I loved you
how I would hold you so close
when I was afraid, happy or did not want to be alone?
Would you remember the life we built together,
the apartment that you still live in
cluttered with all our 'must-haves' and trinkets of nothing?
Or would all these be clouded by the end?
Would you remember me than nothing more
than a frightened ghost of girl,
lost to a dark, dark sickness?