Piece 2

You may have thought I didn’t catch your words, but I never let them slip my grasp. I relished in them. In your voice, and the forms it succumbed to as you allowed it escape your lips.

Your lips.

Oh Goodness, your lips.

I remember how they were everywhere, but placed firmly in my own, all at once. I remember them on my neck. I remember mine on yours.

I remember where all your spots are. I remember how they danced along the curve from your ear to your shoulder.

Couldn’t you have left some of those spots for me? Left me something from your skin, something other than an empty promise to find me if ever convenient?

You know I gave you what I thought was all I had. My time, my attention, my body, my love.

Did I ever love you?

As a friend, maybe.

I loved you as my best friend. I knew that my spirit connected with yours as I hoped yours did mine.

Though, I knew if you ever wanted me as much as I did you, I would not want you.

So why did you want me?

Did you want me just to play?

You knew I was fine with that.

You knew, as I did, we were never meant to be. This was all an attempt to create a graceful memory of a fleeting moment, a string of ending days worthwhile.

Did I do a good job? Did I satisfy you? Did I make for good enough company?

Did you remember me?