"I Don't Remember..."

A few days ago I found (out of the blue) in internet a poem by Ash L Bennett.
She is just a young writer that likes writing poems, and she posts them online.
I think Ash L Bennett is making a good point here:

"Poetry is the camera of the writing world. Within the (relatively) few lines and structure you create, you have the opportunity to create a portrait of an emotion, a snapshot of something perfect, something splendidly horrific, something entirely too human for words." 

"Whether you write about loss or love or joy or triumph, you have an opportunity to catch, in that small space, a little bit of the human condition on paper, and even more magnificent, you have the opportunity to let people *feel* through your words." 


You can search contemporary and also classic poems in this site: http://hellopoetry.com/ 
I think is a very simple and interesting-to-explore site. 


Anyway, this is the poem I found in the first place. 

I Don't Remember...

by Ash L Bennett

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.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."

Roberto Mora