Do you still recognize the colors
in my hair when the sun hits it just right?

Can you sense the differences of the perfumes
I wear every day, shuffling them to see
which one lures you in to my wrists, my neck,
my chest?

Have you thought about how my body,
my passion, my needs changed from before
to after you’ve felt all of me, knew all of me?

Will you remember all the details of me every
single day and see that they’re right next to you
from the moment you wake to the last fluttering
of lids before you sleep?