I can't remember his name
I remember how it felt when he told me he wanted me;
I remember everything;
his lips, his touch, the way I quivered when his skin would rub against mine;
but I can’t remember his name.
I remember the very moment before it all happened, and every second after;
I remember the music playing in the background;
it was loud, but we could hear each other.
I remember the rhythm, and the motion;
I loved how he knew where to touch me; I remember too much;
but I can’t remember his name.
I remember how it felt to feel like I was the only girl in the world;
even if it didn’t last long, I remember it.
I remember how nervous I was;
but the passion made everything else go away.
He made me feel powerful, priceless even.
I remember the sweat and the thrusts;
if not even physical, I remember how he made my mind feel that way;
but I can’t remember his name.
I remember how it never mattered where we were or how it happened;
but it happened, and that was all that mattered.
I remember how nobody would ever understand;
but we understood each other, and I remember that.
I remember the way he smiled when he looked at me;
he told me I was beautiful;
even if he didn’t mean it, he told me, and I remember.
But I can’t remember his name.
(2010)
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