Upon my heart—
the diary
of every moment
I spent with you—
I write one word,
and one word only:
I will never forget.
Even if you,
in your remembering,
cast me again
to the wind—
so I may return,
forever,
in your forgetting.
And you,
in the silence
of pages
where my memory fades.
So I may drown—
softly,
eternally,
in the hush
you left behind—
like a sugar cube
melting
into the sea.
Like one moment—
endless—
beside you.
A single instant
to carry
all the other times.
And like all those moments,
meant only—
only—
for
that
one
moment.
