Saturday, 21 April 2012

NaPoWriMo 2012 Day 21



every night
i forget to forget
you
that's how the line goes
isn't it?

neglect
to remind myself
not to expect your call
recall all too well
the contours
of your voice
how perfectly they fit
snug against
my eardrums

leave the lamp on
so you won't trip
when you come in
late
forget with your late
there is no more coming in
no danger from bedroom
floor flung items
or wardobe door
left ajar

still surprised
every morning
by your missing
indentation
unmeshed with my own
don't realise
the scent of you
only emanates from memory's
pores

don't notice
until too late
again
one too many
settings
at the breakfast table
drink from your mug
distracted
keep myself from remembering
to forget





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