Remembering

I am bad at remembering things

I am as bad as an infant

She doesn't remember the last time

you told her you loved her

But for him, I forgot that I was bad

at remembering

Every time that he was near me

I learnt and learnt and learnt

And drank all wisdom of his face

I traced my fingers along his freckles and scars

And I absorbed every line, very spot

And etched it onto myself, my body,

my soul

Now I close my eyes and raise my hands

in the air

And I remember the touch of his soft skin

The bristles on his jaw, and the slightest quivering

The slightest quivering of his lips when

I moved my fingers over them

I remember that

I remember his eyes wide with wonder

Maybe he was wondering what I was doing

Maybe he was wondering how could I

possibly think I could do it

But I did, and I absorbed everything

I am bad at remembering things?

As bad as someone with a broken heart maybe

Cause she forgets, she does, but always

and for eternity she remembers

The lines and the spots and the scars