I Still...

Do you remember? Do you remember his face? Do you remember the curls you always had to brush from his eyes? Do you remember the notepad he always wrote in? The one that made him feel like Jim Morrison? Do you remember his fingers snaking around imaginary chords, lips pursed in blue? Do you remember his tongue on your scraped knee? Do you still taste like copper strawberries? Do you remember the tantrums? Do you remember cheeks pressed together in the snow? Do you remember when you didn’t want to go upstairs? Do you remember the city whispering from the fire escape? Do you remember the bathroom’s peculiar echo? Do you remember the stained glass window? Do you remember our shared interest? Do you remember the maternal instinct? Do you remember the fragrance of necks? Do you remember the grand experiment? Do you remember the clandestine attempt? The dirty trenchcoats? Do you remember midnight static? Do you remember the muffled universe? Do you remember incantations, enunciations, recitations? Do you remember brushstrokes? Do you remember denim? Do you remember desire? Do you remember the infernal teasing? The baubles? The junk jewellery? The talismans? Do you remember the leather of his mouth, the tan of his voice? The roll of the dice?

 

Do you remember?

Done