Flashed!

Forgotten

Forgotten

I've forgotten what you taste like

pressed against itchy grass

on a neighbor's lawn

or curled against hard redwood

among dead leaves that litter

a fenced-in back yard.

I've forgotten what I felt when

you pulled me close

in the heat of the back seat

of a car your friend was driving

or why, when you looked at me then,

the world seemed to fall away in pieces

I didn't think I'd ever want

to put together again.