I don't forget the words you were supposed to tell me.
I don't forget the breath you promised me.
I don't forget your voice which the night reminds me of.
I can hear you beyond the music and the poems.
I remind you of me so that you don't forget either.
I don't give up.
I don't disappear.
I don't give up on your touch.
I'll demand it, this and all the tenderness it will be brimming with.
A part of me is now yours.
What you brushed, held in your hands, has become yours during the hours and days we shared.