February 14, 2008

I forget

I try to forget but then I remember
What I used to feel
A touch, a word
Standing in the hallway
On the brink of the room
Your shadow casting ghosts

I didn't forget, I remembered
What I felt
Your kiss, your tongue,
Entwined as grape vines
On the edges of my soul
Elusive wisps running away

And I stand, looking out the window
Thinking of nothing really
My mind drifts
And just for tonight
I taste mint and chocolate
As you kissed me goodbye.

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i feel as if each comment was between us as we sat and sipped something warm....i love to hear what you're thinking.