Today, you became a part of history, forever.
Will I recall your kiss,
In long awaited days to come?
Or will it remain as nothing but
Something that once was.
I wonder to myself-
If I just don’t top to turn around
And if I choose, proactively,
Not to remember you
Did you really happen?
I know that there are photos.
Where your kind brown eyes
Leap out against the lens
But If I do not look at these
Will it be of nature, for me to forget?
And bathe, a million times,
Unknowingly shedding once-worn skin
While in motion, like a snake.
Till there is no part of me
You can say you felt
Did you ever really touch me?