I do not remember the feel of your skin
I have forgotten the weight of your arm thrown across me
I cannot recall the sense of you behind me as I wake
The rain though makes me look for you
The wind blows memories of laughter
The cold makes me long for your warmth at my back
The dark sky makes me remember nights of tequila and stories
The emptiness of your side of the bed is sometimes too much for me
I long to beg for answers that you have refused to give
Your cruel indifference should release me, should let me go
Instead, it holds me captive inside my pain and confusion
I create my own stories for your desertion
Maybe they are worse than the truth, but maybe they are not
I do not remember the feel of your skin against mine
This is only one of the lies I repeat to myself hoping to heal
I remember everything, even as I know you had forgotten
Forgotten before you had ever left
12-Dec-2022
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Nice to find your poetic words, Val. Hope it is a sign you are doing well. Take care!
Good morning. All is well up here in the north. I am writing just not publishing right now. No rhyme or reason for it. Maybe in the new year I will get back to it. Good to see you!