I remember little
Of what we were talked about
What led up to it.
What came of it.
But I remember one simple phrase
Something that shows
He hasn't forgotten everything
I smile as I think of it
We were talking
And he said something
That only he knows about me.
"You're ticklish on your elbows"
He told me
And my memory ceases from there
With only the memory of that one phrase.
"You're ticklish on your elbows"
He told me
And suddenly, I could feel his touch.