I remember not your beautiful eyes,
But the way they looked swollen with less sleep
and more tears that had dried in the night.
I remember not your thin long lips
But what they couldn't speak
when you bit on them, to shut them tight.
I remember not your dulcet voice
But the short silences in between
Which meant more than words might.
I remember not the little flick of your neck
and your head turning the other way
to argue I was wrong and you were right.
I remember not the flow of your silk hair
But that you swayed them back and
clipped them again,to hold their flight.
I remember not your soft hand in mine
And the way you held on with warmth
But the sweat on my palm and dampness, slight.
You might say, I remember you a lot
but You see, I dont remember
anything perfect about you...at all.