Now and then your name or your words cross my mind.
In the midst of trying to find the words that never come –
An expression of what you meant to me,
What I would have done for you,
And what you are missing now –
I suddenly realize that the kindness I pay you
by simply remembering your name
Is more thought than you ever gave to me or my happiness.
Though I can still remember the heat of your kiss,
The taste of the salt from your skin,
And the wideness in your eyes
as you relax the arch of your back,
I cannot remember a single moment
Where you made me feel anything
Except not good enough.