...amnesia...

(para kay shirley temple)

walking home
one realizes the moment
at hand
second upon second
ceasing to exist
with no memory of you
whatsoever

even the sky
does not remember the sound
of your name upon my lips
nor do the walls
recognize
your hand caressing my hair
while i sleep

i have tried bribing the
ceiling
into divulging into my ear
how we entwined on the bed
and wove love into
a blanket
for all our fears

but it seems the days have
grown into weeks
weeks into months
and
months trickling to more than a year
of longing and despair
trying to find answers that were
never really there
to begin with

father time seems to
have conspired with sister memory
one recollection dissolving for every second
that passes under our breath

tell me
how our story goes

and where it ended.