This is the tenth and final installment of a ten part poetry/prose series I wrote a few months ago titled Hours. I wrote the series over the course of one night into the next morning as a project. Each individual part is titled according to the time at which I began writing the piece and makes for a kind of documentation of my thought process throughout the night. And after much editing, here it is.
I can’t see your face anymore. I’ve forgotten your shape and weight.
But I remember the scenes, remember your touch like a breeze across my skin. I remember the scent of your hair and the crescendos rising from my stomach to explode in my chest.
But I don’t see your face anymore. I don’t remember your laugh or the tone of your voice.
I don’t remember you anymore…and I’m okay with that.
I only need to remember what happened, and what you taught me.