How Can I Forget

by ter20

I should forget about you (I think), forget
writing about you, forget
remembering you.

But how can I, when the
sun falls like your
kisses on my cheeks; when
poems speak to me with your

How can I forget you, when the
pen entwines my fingers and all I can think about are your

Those beautiful hands.
You planted a memory when those hands
plowed through my hair.

And those memories-
They have grown, my love, grown
beautiful and I wish you were here to water them, to
touch them.

We would touch them my love,
and when we do, I hope
love touches us back.