I don’t remember

Do you remember that night I drove to pick you up,

the road running us back to your place?

I liked the way your carpet pressed against my back

Do you remember the night we stayed up with the stars?

2am slipping into 5am,

and we huddled close

even though it wasn't cold

Do you remember the day you left?

Sun pounding the road,

my mind pouring reasons for you not to go

I don't remember the last time you told me I was pretty

or the last hour I didn't feel you

slipping slowly away

So I sip my tea and read my books

to forget how it felt

to feel