Today, I Hope is Not That Day

your absence in my day; doesn't scare me,

as your absence from my memory, would definitely scare me.

and finally, I've come to realise,

not loving you or not being loved by you; was never my fear,

maybe not recognising you from afar is my biggest fear.

the day; my eyes forget your face, so dear.

my senses won't embrace your scent,

my skin will forget your touch, I hold near,

and that day, I already hate, I fear.

I would desperately search you in a room full of people,

and you too, had been right there, right before my eyes,

but my heart, will refuse to call you mine, to my surprise.

as you had always said;

your heart belongs to where your eyes look for in a crowded room.

that day; I had truly forgotten you,

and you had truly forgotten me.

the sound of your laugh,

the spark in your eyes,

the charm on your face,

and that damn beautiful smile,

all these cherishes, unnoticed as they'll be.

I hate how even after claiming all your traits as mine,

my heart will still refuse to call you mine.

and probably this is why, I cling so hard to you,

or maybe to the memories that I share with you,

yet they'll go unclaimed one day.

hence the question lingers, come what may;

what if my memory rejects your entire play.

that one day; I forget what being loved by you felt like,

and today, I hope is not that day.