Kay C., 08 Aug '12

Recognition:

In the curls of fingers and longing deep, your sleep-soft eyes convey to me affection the way only you know how in our companionable silence. Your words echo in the room quietly as you read, our hands linked, my chin on the crook of your neck.

They say you can’t remember, can’t possibly remember everything you know, everything you’ve felt like a brand on your heart. But I know better, because that night stays with me, like a whisper that continues to linger even after I closed the door behind me, behind us.

There are things we will forget, as we take new lovers, say our goodbyes again, and again. And we are friends now, for sure. But in our fleeting gazes, we exchange knowing smiles, a secret we share of our past -

- and we will move, sidestep each other, walk on the streets like the not-strangers we are, like history never happened, as the world keeps spinning on.