~
sometimes, i wonder
even after all this time,
in the quiet moments
when no one else is around
deep in the corridors
of your mind
do you ever find me again?
i still think of you.
the way you’d grab
my hand in yours,
whenever you had
something too say
that just couldn’t wait.
or the shape of your mouth
as you’d hold back a smile;
i remember you.
in every finite detail.
perhaps, i cannot forgot you;
perhaps i refuse too.
~