I don't remember him, nah no more
Not even how dashing he looked,
in the red t-shirt he wore.
or how the naughty grin on his face appeared,
when he crossed his fingers, while he swore.

I don't remember him, atleast not now
Not even his kisses every night
on my drooping brow.
or how to make up for every fight,
in front of me, he used to bow.

I don't remember him, nope not at all
And yet, all my poems talk about him
and our fall.
I am leaving this poem incomplete, like us
because I don't remember anything
and yet, I remember him all.

©thesoulscribbles