I remember your hands,
your stupid red tie and
coconut biscuits.

I remember your hair,
the small of leather and
tobacco smoke.

I remember your gifts,
the smile I gave and
your secret wink.

I remember,
I remember and
I remember.

I remember you wrote me a card
with a sickly sweet message.
I remember I wrote one back
filled with all the other things I remember.

I never sent it.
It got lost in the abyss.
Written tears you’ll never read.
And you don’t know I wrote it in my blood.