All the memories I have of you now- Will eventually fade away.
I can feel them leaving my brain- Little gaps have formed a bridge between my dreams and waking life
It terrifies me that soon, I won't remember what your hands felt like running down my spine
Or the way you held my hands and pinned me down Ribs touching, lungs collapsing and expanding in unison
I want to remember So I'll write you down in ink and never forget the way you made me feel
Your lips may have well been sewn to mine Interlocking for hours upon hours Long in to the night
The way your teeth would gnaw at my neck or how you'd turn me over- and kiss me up and down the lines of my back, gently biting those little places I disclosed of- Slowly driving me insane
And I don't want to forget you
The way your eyes peered into mine I could never quite tell what was on your mind
No matter how many times I asked- Why you looked at me that way
You responded with a kiss and not an answer
And I guess that was the answer to my long winded question
You wanted nothing more than the closeness of our bodies colliding and our hips guiding one another on a beautiful journey
And your car was like a spaceship We'd travel to uncharted planets where time never mattered nor did it exist
I want to remember all of this
A few years from now I'll eventually forget And I know you're not coming back
So slowly, I'm trying to accept that But my heart and mind, can't close the doors on those wondrous times
I could go on and on and on.... As you can see, I shouldn't prolong
My pen won't stop moving Eventually- All good and bad things come to an end
And all we're left with is a bitter taste And no amount of mouthwash Could erase the impression left on my lips
A reminder to myself: I always write down the memories I have of a person that has parted from my life, whether it be death, or separation of the heart. Truthfully and honestly, we all grow old and some day we won't remember the little beautiful things that occurred in a short lived romance. Poetry is like an unorganized history book, classifying all that was and all that could have been.