Moments

You held my hand once.
For a second.
A glimpse into your gentle touch.
But I doubt you remember.

Here I am, left with only my memory.
Sure as my own hand
That has longed for that touch
Since that day.

You kissed my lips once.
For a second.
A glimpse into your desire.
But I doubt you remember.

Here I am, left with only my memory.
Sure as my own lips
That remember yours fondly
Though they long to forget.

You looked at me once.
For a second.
A glimpse into your soul.
But I doubt you remember.

Here I am, left with only my memory.
Sure as my own eyes
That saw something deeper than
A meaningless glance.

You knew me once.
For a second.
A glimpse into being yours.
But I doubt you remember.

Here I am, left with only my memory.
But maybe even that isn’t my own.
Maybe my memories betray me
Because for me they were more than seconds.

For me I could only touch,
For me I could only kiss,
For me I could only see,
For me I could only know,
You.

But I doubt you remember.
Glimpses are forgettable…
Aren’t they?

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