The way I remember it

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.

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