Your Memory

Every day, to you I'm sure my memory fades. But to me, yours gets stronger. The taste of your lips and the feeling of your fingertips against my skin are so clear to me still. I'm sure you've forgotten the scent of my perfume and the shade of green my eyes were I'm sure you've forgotten my scars and my smile you once loved and my soft skin against yours But I haven't forgotten you. At night I lie in bed alone and when I breathe in I can almost still smell the scent of your cologne I can almost still taste your lips and feel that intertwined feeling against my mouth I can almost still feel you touching me and roaming my body freely and how alive I felt when I was in your arms I can almost still hear your soft deep voice whispering in my ear and telling me how much you love me and how important I am I can almost still see your face so clearly with your blue eyes so deep and beautiful But one thing that I can not almost feel, but that I truly can feel, is my heart heavy. And when I lie in bed tonight with my heart heavy and my tears still falling this much time later, all of these things come back to me so fast and so vividly as if everything happened yesterday. And as I realize that time has passed and I still pass you in the hall and your cologne is not lingering on me and your lips are not kissing me and your hands are not touching me and and your voice is not speaking to me and your eyes are not watching me as if I am the only thing you see. I see you smile but your smile is no longer towards me and your loud laugh is no longer beside me and you no longer love me and in the couple seconds I pass you I realize that I will never be the same. And I realize that you are fine, you are doing just fine without me and I am dying without you, as your memory haunts me. And I realize that although my memory is forgotten to you, yours will forever continue to live inside of me.