A love Forgotten

A Poem by TinaSummer

I finally wrote a poem after a 5 month break.

I remember the way his lips tasted.

I remember our first kiss.

His lips were soft and tasted like strawberries.

I caressed his face as he held me by the waist.

He whispered in my ear, sweet nothings.

The summer air was cool enough for us.

He would kiss my nose and run his fingers through my hair.

I miss him

I miss the person I fell in love with.

This man, this imposter isn’t him. He not the sweet as candy, baseball loving, man i knew

He drinks, he swears. He lies. He’s a monster. A devil in disguise.

But at the same time he’s an angel.

I think he's forgotten me

at least the person I used to be

maybe this is what loneliness feels like

maybe this is what it feels like to be forgotten

I don't recognize the hand prints on the window or the shallow wet footprints on the bathroom floor.

I don't want our love to be a love forgotten

I don't want to wait for time to pass by and not see the light

I want him to see that our love was once pure

not tainted like the soil we walk on.

I want him to remember what it felt like to love

to hold me

kiss me

love me

© 2016 TinaSummer

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Brett Moore

Some details really stick out - "I don't recognize the hand prints on the window or the shallow wet footprints on the bathroom floor." - "I remember the way his lips tasted" - "The summer air was cool enough for us."

There are some lines in here that really resonate with me. I like that your memory feels visceral. It's real. Our memories are a mingling of senses. Heart ache in a dark room on a soft bed with that sad song. Contentment under the bright sun in crisp morning air with friends. Hand prints on the window. Wet footsteps on the bathroom floor. Expected and still unfamiliar. Wondering if the hands and feet you knew were a costume all along, or if the evolution happened right under your nose. Very interesting.