Wet lips quivered and said, “I’ll forget, you’ll forget.” Words left to resound in their heads. She turns He turns Knowing so well, they may never meet. A last glimpse their love, past tense. _________________________________ That was months ago. Today again, she sits and writes, but instead of words memories creep inside. The smile that was his the magic in the kiss the power of his hold the songs that were told the endless surprise the language in his eyes This time her poem is complete, words unsaid, on a tear-lined sheet. She whispers, hoping for him to hear, “I said I would forget but here I stand, drowned in memory. I said you would forget but here I stand askance, do you remember?”