Deeply

I still hear your laugh, even though

It’s been a while since we’ve

Even been in the same room.

I still hear your voice

Softly saying my name.

I still feel your leg against mine,

Even though I’ve forgotten

The feel of the bench we were on.

I’ve forgotten the feel of the wind

That blew my scarf out of my hands,

But I still feel your hand rest on mine

After you chased it down.

I’ve forgotten the sound of the bar

We spent our nights in,

But I still feel your eyes on me.

And I can see your smile if I

Close my eyes tight enough.

I can’t remember the sweet taste

Of that old cider,

But I can still feel your hand on my back.

I can’t remember the bitter taste

Of that pink wine,

But I can still sense your eyes

Looking into mine.

I can’t remember the color of your jacket,

But I still feel its warmth when I’m cold.

I can’t remember conversations,

But I still feel their comfort.

I can’t remember the heat of a

Baltimore September afternoon,

But I still feel your grasp

As you pull me away from the mud.

I can’t remember the room’s decorations,

But I sense your lips on mine,

From time to time.

And I wonder if you ever knew—

Would you have given me the chance I so wanted?

Did you know that if I had had that chance,

I would’ve loved you deeply?