Haven’t Forgotten

You're still on my mind.

I long to be near you again,
for you to touch my face
and kiss me once more.

Your rough cheek against mine,
your intoxicating cologne.

But more than that,
I wish to be known by you.

How you memorized
the constellations of freckles
on my face,
and can trace hearts between them.

You know the exact hue
of my eyes,
a yellowish brown in sunlight
that deepens under dark skies.

I hope you haven’t forgotten me,
because I still remember
everything about you.

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