the pictures.

my memory has gone bad.
but i remember you. not all of you but your essence.
sometimes, i see pictures of you in my head.
moments we've lived out together:

one is of you next to me on a long bus ride to nowhere. your big eyes looking at me the way they did. glowing, it feels like. in my sweathood. you were beautiful.

i remember seeing you in a bathroom, standing against the sink, staring at me, inviting me.
i remember taking that invitation.

i see you in front of me, confessing something. still with those eyes.
Jesus, i could never forget those eyes.

my memory has gone bad, but i could never...

i see you standing over my bed. me behind you. sunlight beaming inside. your chocolate skin melting into mine. i remember feeling like someone painted us there. Maybe God, Maybe satan, maybe Us.

Us.

i remember those eyes.

but i don't remember why.