I Remember Him Poem by Aileen Figueroa

He...
He has already forgotten me.
I...
I remember him now.

He was like an early spring breeze.
His nightly color hair.
His sleepy voice in
between soft kisses.

Together by the cool beach
as our body-heat,
burning in fever.
Whispering thoughts of
our future and children.

But just like the white waves
of the blue ocean's
in that cool beach,
our dreams and love
were washed away as
we drifted apart.

He...
He has forgotten me.
I...
I could never forget.



Poem born 12/16/15