It’s both a blessing and a curse to
Remember you so vividly.
I remember the way your hair
hung across your forehead
before you cut it, or the way
you ran your hands through
it when you didn’t know what to say.
I remember how you smelled and
just how intoxicating it was.
Every now and then I’ll pass someone
wearing your cologne and I’m ashamed
to admit when I do, I’m searching for your face,
but like a dog chasing cars, I wouldn’t know
what to do if I found it.