maybe he’ll be sitting on the bed,
that has long forgotten my scent,
or on that old park bench,
where our initials have begun to fade,
he might even be walking home,
remembering only an echo of my laughter,
but somewhere he will remember.
it could be chills from the cold winter air,
blowing through his window.
or the way the leaves smell,
early in the fall.
perhaps it will be the way,
he catches me smiling at someone else.
but somehow he will remember.
he will remember the way i kept his body warm,
and the way i caught his eyes with mine.
he will remember all the times he needed me,
and all the things i sacrificed to be there just to see his smile.
he will remember what it was like to be loved,
that is something you always remember.
but i will forget the i’m-not-good-enough feeling,
and what it was like to scream until i couldn’t.
i won’t remember every tear that fell,
or each part of me that broke open.
time cannot erase love,
but it can heal pain.