Memory...

My eyes… my ears… my hands… my face…

my lips

my heart

my soul

remember you

Like a spell, like a bad spell, they remember you. A memory, appearing and disappearing, I watch. I watch you in me. I watch you in my body as they remember you, as they feel wanting you all over again. My skin, it wants you this way and that way. The very memory of you in it— that’s what it wanted, the very thing it begs for.

These eyes as they look at him close again. For a moment, they close and deny that it was not you they are seeing. These ears shut off for a moment when he speaks, for it’s you they want to listen to, even for a moment— even for just a whisper. These hands as they run along his skin get numb, for they want to feel no one but you. This face… this face as it touches his feel nothing, not a sense at all. These lips, they die every second it tasted his for it wanted nothing but yours… like this heart… like this soul… they remember you.

I forge. I can forge them all and want him; entirely wanting different but it’s only for a moment since I would die once I become his. Once my whole being is taken by him. I die no matter how I forge me. The memory of you would come haunt me when I’m with him, even in my solitude. The thoughts crawl back to me—

You, standing by the doorway

You, laughing in the darkened room

you… breathing… me

Your name, the wind whispers to me as I walk on the path where your footsteps held them. I pronounce it in my sleep; I pronounce it in his lips.