How do I forget thee?
Let me count the ways…
I forget when I laugh over silly accents, when I flirt
and linger, reflected in others’ eyes.
I forget when I cry over details misremembered, whispers misquoted,
each one erring in your favour, building a love
heroic out of daily fatigue.
I forget how distance each day can edge a wrinkle,
how dust will add each layer, a little more complete.
I forget your voice, your smell just after kissing,
the way you wear your hat
and that you never sipped tea with me.
But I can still recall and will forever savour
the feelings you awakened and nourished in me.