the things i can’t forget

the look of your eyes in the morning, still glossy with sleep and the memory of last night's dreams

the way you knew exactly what i was thinking at all times, yet your truest thoughts remained an enigma to me

the soft touch of your fingertips as they trailed precariously down from my cheek to my throat to my rib to my hip

the sound of your piano keys plucking so beautifully in the middle of the night when sleep could not reach you

the heat from your body on the other side of the bed, approaching me, warmer and warmer, until you held me tight to your chest

the smell of your cologne that would linger on my sheets for days until i had no choice but to wash them

the feeling the jazz music you played left in my heart after the record ended, as if it were buzzing and more alive than ever

the pinch of your toes stepping on mine as we would clumsily attempt to waltz and spin and twirl around my living room

the comfort of your hand sliding over mine at the dinner table when you simply missed the feeling of my skin on yours

the moment right before our lips would meet, when you would look at me with love and lust and fear and passion

these are the things i can't forget, they are ingrained in my mind. i hope they stay there forever, for it is not my memories of you that haunt me, but the ones i have forgotten.