Forgotten

At these moments in my life I am the most open to the possibility that my mind can achieve. I read the stress in your words, the stress in your voice. I felt you seeing reality in those words. It stung me. To think you saw so little of reality in days past. Days I remember so well. Days you seem to have all but forgotten.

I said things to you that I have said to so few people. I will never dance there again. The waterfall will end and I will not be there to see it. I gave you something that you don't realize you have. I loved you and trusted you and married you in dreams at night. I saw our children in your eyes and our future in your smile.

Still, it feels like a dream. There are vivid memories of your lips on mine, of your body against me. There are so many woven, beautifully tangled threads that make up this scattered quilt of memory. Somehow though, for you it is forgotten. Or, maybe even hidden, pushed into a corner of existence you will not touch as the future threatens to sweep control out from under your feet.

In all those things, though, what I gave you was myself. Completely. I was yours for the taking, the destroying, the loving and the hating. I never had malice, I never had anger. I forgave you for everything you would ever do the moment I met you.

I loved you.
No.
I love you.

To a depth even shadows dare dwell. A place where endless is not enough to explain the amount I have cared for you. A place where I can truly express the joy and utter despair of my life with you, my life because of you.

In that place I hope one thing. A single thought stretching in a hundred and sixteen directions with one purpose. Hoping, praying, wishing that you have not forgotten.