With time your face has been slowly fading from my memory
and if I shut my eyes and try to focus
I can barely trace the curve of your smile anymore.
But how I wish to remember you
and instead forget how you made me feel;
even with your physicall self so long gone
the rough feel of you beard while you kissed my neck is still here;
and I can't describe your lips anymore,
but I have the scent of your smokey breath
and the taste of your wet tongue,
like it was yesterday and not an eternity ago.