I frantically try to scribe it <br />before I forget how <br />you felt beside me. <br />But the body's <br />memory is short and <br />its needs only grow <br />with every passing <br />moment you are gone. <br /> <br />One night. You were mine. <br />We pretended the world had fallen away; <br />that we could actually <br />happen. <br /> <br />My thoughts mattered <br />to you. The look <br />in your eyes held me <br />like a warm embrace. <br />You let me live out <br />my fantasy that you <br />are mine, and that time <br />would stop for us.<br /><br />Amy Carr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-24/
