like, i remember driving to his house...so we could ' talk'
like, i can clearly recall the last time i saw his smile- even if it was spiteful.

like, i remember the last time i touched his hands, the last time he held mine..the last time his eyes looked into mine...his love had died...they were just two lonely black holes...

like, i remember the last words he said to me....my ears refrained from hearing anything that wasn't his voice...i focused on his aggravated baritone, and tried to memorize his angry serenade, because its echo was the last remnant of him, i'd have....

like, i remember what he wore, what he smelled like...i didn't kiss him, i was too afraid...but i remember wanting to...needing to...one last time...so that his memory could live on my palette and i could always taste our love....even if it was only bitter manipulation....

like, i remember how i cried like a baby and left my tears on his pillow so that when he laid down to rest, they would sing to him somber lullabies, and no matter how many new girls slept on my tears, he'd remember who loved him the most...

like, i remember sometimes wanting him sooo badly, that i would try to persuade the Devil to let us stay together...and i'd swear to God i wouldn't dance in Hell....if only he could be mine again....
just for 3 minutes...
just long enough for my body to die in his arms, and my spirit to be re-incarnated in his conscience....

if
only
he
would
love
me
again.....

but our love,

now,

is not

----like i remember----