Familiarity in the sea
of everything that would be,
could be abruptly switched over
to some routine
you did not
remember.

May it not be the same
house, when I wake
to keep me warm,
to keep me sane?
And when I wake,
will there be a different odor
to the sheets
stained with familiar
love affairs?
And when I wake,
may I not remember
the hands that could
change my mood
from alone to
deeply satisfied?
And when I wake,
should I not have memorized
the shape of your fingertips,
the walls of your cave,
nor the smell of your linens,
that shall be the day,
when I will start to remember
that I could not bare the
lonely dismissal of your longing
return.

When I wake,
I need to remember.
For everything you are
I am.
And I am far to
deep, to forget you
my dear Sun*.