Committing to memory

Time is an eraser 

of memory

But if you,

like me 

write harder

pushing through 

the page every time -

Your memory will 

also have gullies

that cannot be erased.

This morning

I wondered

If you forgot

my kisses...

Did my lips not

make soft

meandering gullies

on yours?

Did my breath

not burrow

through yours

and turn desire

into an exhale

that you would 

never

let 

go?