Day 337

When I Have Forgotten You

I look at your face,
but I do not see you.
A tiny hint of the familar
makes me tilt my head.
It does not help.
Your voice is soothing.
It speaks such lovely words,
but its melody is
new music to my ears.
I lean in to listen.
It does not help.
Your touch is warm
as you take my hand
between yours.
The caress tells me you care.
I return your grasp
to bring you closer.
It does not help.