I haven't forgotten what your smile looks like,  
the way it breaks open the sky in halves,  
how it once carved a path through my ribs,  
a gentle cut that never stopped bleeding.  

I haven't forgotten the curve of your lips,  
a half-moon rising in the darkness,  
pulling the tides of my body to shore,  
reaching inside to stitch the torn seams.  

I haven't forgotten the way you tasted,  
like salt and sugar mixed in a kiss,  
your laughter a bird trapped in the room,  
desperate to escape but never willing.  

I haven't forgotten the silence you left,  
the echo of that smile in empty rooms,  
a ghost haunting the space between breaths,  
and still, it lingers, a wound unhealed.