February 20, 2025
You do not remember the way I do,
The golden sun glistening in your hair.
The drops of your tears like the morning dew,
The breeze of the summer dress that you’d wear.
You do not remember when we first touched,
An aching furtive brush of our hands.
The electricity of life’s first crush,
A connection, a kismet that transcends.
You may forget, we were once forever,
Your memory now is all but a wisp.
And this cherished time we were together,
Has all but dissolved in forgotten bliss.
Don’t you worry, my love, it is no fuss…
I’ll remember it all, for both of us.