I wonder if they remember the beat of my heart as their head lay on my chest,
The feeling of my lips against theirs and how I’d always smile,
The sound of my voice singing off key beside of them in the car,
The way I looked curled up with them in bed.
Do they remember the first time I said “I love you?”
The winter moon shining down, the street lights, and the sound of traffic?
The cold breeze that blew that night while waiting for the movie to start?
Do they remember the long drives,
The laughter, the blushing,the deep conversations?
The silence where we both understood each other?
I wonder if they remember me like I remember them,
I don’t think they do.

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