Something to Remember

I held your arm. Stiff. I don't blame you. The dawn is cold and our eyes are half shut. We walked silent. Not because we have nothing left to talk about but because our throats are parched from talking too much.

I remember the days I used to watch you drive by. If I get lucky, I'd get a wave from you. Most days, you drew a smile. My heart would giggle.

I remember the first time I heard your voice. It was not magical. That was also the first time I smelled you, or to put it correctly, your scent filled my nostrils.

I remember the first time I saw your nails. They were as clean as I imagined them to be.

I remember the first time you held my hand. Meaningless, yet, they were as warm as I imagined them to be.

I now have many things to remember about you. If you leave anytime soon, at least I will have something to remember.

I will choose to remember.