I know you wonder
how it is that I forget you;
but that is not true

I remember every flower
though they have been picked
and pressed between the pages
of an old book

I remember birds that once flew,
between wind-stained trees
though they are gone now,
replaced by others too soon to leave

I have only forgotten how to live,
for what I do now is wait,
for another spring morning
the same as last year
and the year before
because I know my memories will bloom

As will you

Though I have not fallen apart
it is not a sign that I do not love you;
it is that strength of being alone
that sustains us

I will light the fire once again
and in the candles light
I will see you and know
that what burns in me
also burns in you
and that neither of us
can extinguish the other

Even if we must live apart