I don't think about you everyday.
I don't remember how soft your hands are,
And how strong your arms
When you used to hold me close to you.
I don't contemplate on the planes of your face.
I have forgotten all about the way your eyes crinkle
when you smile one of your rare half smiles
I can't even recall how your eyes shine,
When you talk about something you love.
Or the slight flare of your nostrils as only you can.
No I don't think about you anymore.
But I can't begin to forget lest I forget all that I am.
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