I have forgotten how your eyes would move and I could see the feelings that moved with them. They surrounded your bare eye and the shadows around themm. I have grown old and mechanical, my words are rote and I lose interest in them I hear them.
I am lost and I remember I would wake up in the morning and my entire reason for living was watching the lines around your eyes, the softness flow through your hands and ultimately to hear the beating of your heart. It was a spacious sound, like the universe was in there and you were the world to me.
But I forgot something and I desperately trying to get it back.