And what day are we on,
That I have forgotten how you taste,
How your hugs once brought me rest
And filled me with joy?
What happened to the memories,
The ones I cradled close to my heart,
The ones I wrote in the margins of my diary,
Trying to be subtle,
Trying to hide what was ours
Away from them.
What happened to those songs,
The poems I wrote for you,
The dreams that lived within me,
Day and night,
Promising that one day I would see you again,
Hold you close,
Kiss you without hesitation,
And keep you in my arms
As though my life depended on it.