I steal a glance at the dial on your wrist with my drooping eyelid,
I try to imbibe myself into the memory which you might say i will and it may be true i think, i might forget where arms of the clock laid themselves when u said i ll forget you, i might forget what you physically looked like, i might keep an unfinished memory of you and me and the time we spend.
I promptly look at your shoes and how it added an aesthetic to your appearance,
I try to feel the moving air carressing my cheeks, tangled in my hair,
I realize how intensly and immensly the moment has inervated in form of particles in my body,
I love the moving road beneath your feet and i love the moving sky above your head, and i love the idiosyncrasy of a crosscut moon, and that is enough for me to remember you.
I might get delusional or might forget everything but keep this in mind my love, i will never forget what it felt like. No day or night not any hour of time it doesnt matter nothng material but my ear and your voice, my skin and your sight, the mild synchrony of our foot steps that matters.
-Petite_Lady