Remembering You


There was a distinct smell that lingered at the tips of my fingers.
I remember the night I ran them across your skin, like ships.
It felt as if it was days ago, although it's been months.
And I am no good at remembering things.

There are blurry faces and names I can't seem to figure out,
but your face is a sight I see quite often.
And your name is a constant word used in my vocabulary.
Each time I close my eyes all I can see is your lips mouthing
the words "I love you".
I can feel the warmth of your embrace.

I may be, just a picture on the wall to you,
but you are a person have fallen helplessly in love with.
And even when -- I forget my own name,
I know I will remember yours.

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