ill remember you

something in me

must've known it wouldn't last

why else would i count

each one of your freckles

and your sleeping breaths

why would i feel the need

to burn every inch of you

into my memory

my brain is stained 

with the color of your eyes

and the rasp of your voice

something in me

knew that you were temporary

and didn't want me to forget

i may have lost you

but the taste of you 

is still on my tongue

which i've forbid myself

from replacing