Monday, February 12, 2007
It feels as if I'm forgetting, forgetting the taste of lips, the touch of hands, the way your face curves under my fingertips. And I am afraid to forget, to feel as if I am losing pieces of you, the ones I thought I had memorized so well.
I am afraid.
But my heart recalls the fury with which it feels for you; that comfort, that ease, that security. And perhaps that is enough to remember that I cannot forget.
sherry @ 8:24:00 am
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