I check
I check and check and check
And see the same writings
On my electronic book
Of lost stories and sad attempts
at humanity
I check for your name
with a blue-like circle
That tells me you still care
That you are there
That you'll make the effort of typing
Typing
They call it
I call it remembering
Just like the gardener remembers his rose
or the author his novel
or the hound the moon
or the artist their muse
Tell me
Do you remember
Or is it in our ritualistic fuck
Where you forget everything but me
Perhaps that's how your memory works
Once outside of me
I become a separate being
Uninterpreted
Unchanged
But when we are one
And I feel you
And I hug you
And I feel that shaved chin
And you hear my breathing
I remember you
I remember that
Even if the embrace wanes
And my names becomes nothing but a
Blue-like circle to you
A being outside your reality
A shadow from the outside world
Who remembers
I remember
Remembering
Remembered
What?
