Sophie Fisher I remember Poetry

Sophie Fisher

I remember Poetry

I remember. I remember what it was like, To have our bodies pressed against one another. Skin to skin Your soft, plush cheeks The feel of your stubble How you tingled when I ran my lip up your ear How your arms were oddly soft, although covered in scars and scratches Your warmth. Your presence. I remember the rough part between your index finger and thumb on both hands. You made me feel safe. I remember telling you how much I adore the little things, Like knowing how someone feels, how you felt. Your hair, soft at the front, but matted towards their ends, How it came halfway down your back when wet. The two songs you never skipped when driving. Vienna, by Billy Joel, now a haunting reminder of our time together. You made me feel safe. Happy. I remember how much better I was doing. All the time we spent together. I remember when even your sister’s friend asked, “can we keep her?” Now it’s been weeks. I miss how you feel. I miss your presence. Your smell. Your sound. Your taste. Your warmth. God, I even miss your family. Your smile still makes me smile. I remember being happy. I remember you being happy. I wish they weren’t memories.