Memory Poem by Amy Carr

I frantically try to scribe it
before I forget how
you felt beside me.
But the body's
memory is short and
its needs only grow
with every passing
moment you are gone.

One night. You were mine.
We pretended the world had fallen away;
that we could actually
happen.

My thoughts mattered
to you. The look
in your eyes held me
like a warm embrace.
You let me live out
my fantasy that you
are mine, and that time
would stop for us.