When
I
forget
your love, don't
imagine it as
extinguished into penumbra.
Its embers flicker heat beneath the alien mask.
When
I
forget
your name, don't
cry out mine to the
wind-fractured night. It would only
convolute with the turbulent vortices of air.
When
I
forget
your touch, don't
embrace me with your
arms' melancholy. My skin still
retains the traces of our tender convergences.
When
I
forget
your eyes, don't
point your gaze inside
the hollow of mine. Behind the
lazuline walls, memory has transformed to brume wisps.
When
I
forget
your face, do
remember mine as
when it first beguiled. To find each
other once again, that will be all you need to know.
