Nostalgia

Looking back across my lifetime...pieces covered in a misty haze, with blurred edges like watercolor splashes.
Half-remembered glimpses of secret sex, musky and sweat-covered...
How can I not remember your name, but I remember the softness of your curly brown hair?
How can I not see your face, but I remember the masculine scent of your skin?
How can I not picture your smile, but I remember how you touched me?
How can I not fathom the color of your eyes, but I remember the tautness of your belly?
How can I not? My mind cannot see, only remember the sensory perception.

Do you remember?
Or am I nameless, faceless? A smudge buried in your memory?
Do you remember the silkiness of my blonde hair?
Do you remember my smile, the color of my eyes?
Do you remember the softness, the scent of my skin?
Do you remember the way I called your name at the moment of climax?
Do you?

Or am I eminently forgettable?