memory is cruel
the way it just sits there
mocking you
as the simple familiarity brought back to me by the simple smell or gesture
the comfort that it brings,
and the heart drop i get once i remember what happened
but no matter,
i don't want to forget you
or the way we would laugh at the stupidest things
nor the inside jokes created
that we still find the courage to tell
something left behind not allowing us to truly forget