I think I remember you

Weren't you the one 

With the short hair,

The brown eyes,

And a tiny mark on your eyebrow,

That shape of moon-crop, 

The shape of a memory

That was a scar.

Weren't you that same one 

Who wondered why the sky was so blue,

That you made us stare and stare

Till our eyes turned big

Just as turquoise flashes

Left us bat blind.

Or were you that one

With the smile that was aspirin

For my aching head

A quiet shoulder,

For the calmest nap

With a kiss that was bright

Like sunshine on my forehead.

Or wait, were you the one

Who read a tale of two cities out loud,

Although you hated the book

But loved the sound of your reading voice

So much so that you wondered 

If entire nations and diplomats and big men 

In fat suits would pay money to hear you read. 

Or was that you

The one that liked to pick fights

For my vanity, my modesty

Oh so pure, oh so yours,

You'd constantly throw 
Black and purple bruises 

At every pervert, 

Even the imaginary.

Weren't you the one

That sent pink kisses

And hot light 

Up and down my body

Every time you touched me 

So smooth and dangerous

It made me shiver and wish sweet pain 

Would hurt less.

Weren't you that very same one

That loved me so much 

It hurt

To break my heart

And your own

But you had to, 

Because the leaves were colouring

The wind was changing

And we had to go go go.

You are so many people

So many memories

I don't forget

I can't dismiss

Because you made me

And filled my soul

So when I die 

I die so many deaths

They'll have to call out too many names

And wipe too many tears.

Yes I think I remember you.

I never forgot you.

I remember and I want 

I dream and I wonder

Because you linger

In just that corner of my mind

That makes me smile.