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I Don't Remember... by   Ash L Bennett I don't remember, any more, The exact shape of your hands As I held them in mine, Caressed them, Memorized the length of your fingers, The depth of your calluses. I don't remember, any more, Exactly your height, how much Taller than me You were, where My head rested on your chest When you held me tightly close. I don't remember, any more, Your scent, when we lay together Creating our own Magic rhythm, Matching our heartbeats as we Touched the sky, together. I don't remember, any more, The sound of your voice, calling My name as though It were a song Within itself, a precious treasure You valued with all your being. And I don't remember, any more, The color of your eyes, the shape Of your lips, Only... How your eyes crinkled at the corners And your laugh, as you told me, "I love you." Copyright by Ash L. Bennett, 2011 Feb 9 ...

"Two things to look forward to in this world are death and taxes." Quoted from my father, this statement is more than true. It's blunt. It didn't mention love, or music, or games or clothes; only two things. I can assure to you that if I understood this statement two years ago, I wouldn't have been hopeful for a lasting love. I would have just lived in a relationship, hoping for the worst so that my heart would never ache. Makes sense right? If you were to ask me, I would like to follow my heart completely. None of this, letting your mind dictate what happens. NO. All I wanted to do was love you. Yes, you. I might've showed it in the worst ways possible, but that's all I ever wanted. Yes! I was immature, careless, irresponsible, arrogant, ignorant and hard-headed, but weren't you? Not even a little? It's funny because I sit here, trying to remember the worst parts about us and hate you, but the worst parts were me, so do I hate myself instead? ...