Writers RememberMature

Am I going insane?
Or am I already there?
I can't remember, these days.
I am a writer,
I can remember that.
I can't remember
what we were wearing
the first time
I went to your house
but I remember
the way you sounded
when I played
the piano for you.
I can't remember
what you said to me yesterday
but I can remember
the way you giggled today
I can't remember
the little things
but I can remember
the bigger things
I could never remember
your favourite colour
but I remember
the colour
of the sky
the first time
you said
"I love you."
I can't remember
how much you like
morning scenes
but I remember
your description
of a perfect one
I couldn't remember
why I wrote anymore
but I remembered
when I got you
I can't remember
what words are simplest
but I remember
I love you
and I don't need
to remember
anything else
I can't remember
what time
the sun looks best
but I remember
when you kissed me
as if I tasted
like perfection
I can't remember
how the water felt
but I remember
how your skin felt
against mine
I remember.

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