Love is Lost ; Never Forgotten

I try.

I try to tell you that your hair.

Smells extroadinary, like watermelons.

I try to whisper sweet nothings,

so that you know something.

I see.

I see the reason I wake up.

And the reason i can't wait to fall asleep,

and dream of your face.

I see true beauty.

Even though it may be at 9 in the morning

I forget.

I forget why we don't speak,

but I remember why I care.

I forget how we met,

but I strive to meet again.

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John Strugnell's picture

John, those last two lines brought tears to my eyes. and i can not remember the last time something has.
You're back, and i can't wait to keep reading.