Forgetting

When I entered the s****y corner store 

and took out my wallet

I realized I don’t remember what brand of cigarettes you smoke anymore. 

I used to buy them for you.

I realized I was forgetting the way they touched your lips, 

which was always more gentle than you touched mine.

So I drove home with my headlights off 

and I put on your old basketball sweatshirt. 

It doesn’t smell like you anymore.

The way it touched your skin was always more subtle then when you touched me.

I got into bed and forgot about you 

As I wrote down on this paper how to remember.