I thought i remember him.
All the kisses and the sweet nothings;
The way his hand feels;
His laugh that crowds the room;
The expression on his face when our eyes meet;
Every familiar place we went to;
The fire that burned in his warm sad eyes;
The love he thought would move mountains.
I thought i remember every little thing.
The sad endings and half truths;
All the lies kept hidden,
The tears muffled in secret;
His absent mind that stays but is never there;
The guilt that covers up all the other feels;
Every second lost to his waiting game;
Every shade of him lost to doubt.
I thought i remember everything.
But then again, it’s hard to trust just the memories.
Pain and time had distorted the warmest, the wildest, the worst thoughts i have of him.
I know nothing.
When i thought i knew everything.