Today while I looked for some loose change in my wallet, I came across a picture of you.
You had a little smile and some of my lipstick on your face.
After a while of staring at the picture, I realised, I’d almost forgotten about that day.
Some of it came to mind.
Bits of conversations, Mexican food and piggy back rides.
A few weeks after we fell apart; I remembered it so well I could almost feel your lips on mine again.
The way your tee shirt felt and your hands.
My God, those hands.
But now, it was fading.
I couldn’t even recall our last kiss.
Maybe because I wasn’t aware that it would be our last.
Soon, I won’t even remember the colour of your tee shirt or what cologne you had on just like you won’t remember the song we danced to or any of my birthmarks.