How could I have forgotten the color of your eyes?
Yet, I can still imagine the feel of your skin against mine; or, how you would move that strand of my hair out of the way before you kissed me.
And I remember the sound of you smiling on the other end of the phone when I would call in the middle of the night, just to say hello.
And I remember which song you said reminded you of me.
It reminds me of you, too.
I remember what it was like to call you mine... but, I have forgotten the color of your eyes.