I do not
remember
what your hand
felt like
on the small
of my back
gently nudging me in
the right direction
I try, but I can
not remember
the longing way
you would look
at me
each morning
as I sat
fixing my hair
in lacy lingerie
before I’d leave
for work
I just do not
remember
missing you
during those
long days
or considering
that you might
miss me
or how good
that may have felt
I cannot be reminded
of the way
you would grin
when I’d make you
nachos
as if
melted cheese
on top of stale
old chips
was the only way
to your heart
but I do remember
the way
the clock
on the wall
would stare
me down
reminding me
that I was running
out of time
and I can not
forget
the nagging feeling
that I did
not want
to waste
anymore
of that time
with you.