unrequited memory - for k.a.
sometimes i just sit and remember
i remember the way sheer electricity would run through my skin
from yours whenever you brushed my arm
i remember the way i looked at your lips,
always wanting to have them on my own
i remember the way i had to fight kissing you spontaneously
i remember how i imagined how your fingertips would feel
on my bare back
through my hair
how your lips would feel
on my lips
on my eyelids
on my forehead
i remember how you were never mine
i remember how badly i wanted you
i remember the last time i saw you
it had been months since my infatuation had begun
and i remember
not feeling a trace of a butterfly
and
as its wings lay still within my stomach
i remember feeling content
in the face of my unrequited future
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