I Still Haven'T Forgotten Your Pace Poem by Luce Darwin

I am still sleeping in my gazebo
and hear film soundtracks
when I remember you walking pass my bus
but never boarding.

You'll never intentionally
sit across from me
and watch my hands again.

I would try to remember your smell
but I never knew it;
I think I never will.

Though I remember your pace
and it sounds like my heart
when I'm not thinking of you.

I know you never walk fast enough
to sound like my heart
when I am thinking of you.