Being a Writer is to be Cursed with Remembering

the funny thing is

that in an hour

this moment will be long

forgotten

but i will remember

every inhale

every heartbeat's stutter

in full technicolor

it will flash before my eyes

as i hit the surface of

the ocean

but i will not die

by drowning

i will die

by fire

and you will feel it like the heat

on your dashboard

like walking barefoot on

the rooftop

of my apartment building

and it will be blistered across

the soles of your feet,

the sun whispering

urging that

you should have kissed her

more, you should have paid

more attention.