i just want to remember how it feels like to hold your hand.
what if i forget?
we'll get used to what we have forgotten.
replace them with made up faded memories.
the thickness of your eyebrows.
the veins on your arms.
the black stained finger nails.
the roughness of your hair.
I want to be lost again in my world when it starts revolving again.
as if time had stopped when it came to us.
and an occasional memory of your smell
and your laughter.
and your smile.
i will quietly retreat. back to us.
my reverie.
my escapade.
you.
