I Don't Remember... I don't remember, any more, The exact shape of your hands As I held them in mine, Caressed them, Memorized the length of your fingers, The depth of your calluses. I don't remember, any more, Exactly your height, how much Taller than me You were, where My head rested on your chest When you held me tightly close. I don't remember, any more, Your scent, when we lay together Creating our own Magic rhythm, Matching our heartbeats as we Touched the sky, together. I don't remember, any more, The sound of your voice, calling My name as though It were a song Within itself, a precious treasure You valued with all your being.
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I came across this poem recently in StumbleUpon. It really moved me and I wanted to share it with you. It is written by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Mary Elizabeth Frye (Dayton, Ohio, 13 November, 1905 – Baltimore 15 September 2004) was a Baltimore housewife and florist, best known as the author of the poem “ Do not stand at my grave and weep ,” written in 1932.