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?