a faulty memory
there is something that is faulty in my memory where i ingrained the touch of your soul and i
remember every turn of events like it was mine and mine alone
but i remember the moment that i closed my eyes that night
that right now i had just woken up from a deep slumber
it was somnus that lulled me to sleep so there is no way; no way that all of this is real.
we did not dance after midnight nor did we kiss under that dim streetlight
did we touch fingertips as they chatted with laughter as shyness powdered our cheeks
did we sit on the sofa and say hi for the first time
did we say goodbye when you dropped me off at my parents’ house
did i plop my body on my bed with a smile on my face
did i fall in love at first sight with you? a man that i could not remember the face of
for i think i have a faulty memory
my doctor said in two weeks i need to get a test for my memory and i hope that
the touch of our souls is real because i couldn’t bear another sickness
of me living without you.
