How am I remembering you so clearly?
What your voice sounds like,
Your fragrance,
Your hair that I used to cares it in-between my fingers,
Your palms, running down my waist as if you're shaping like clay,
How you'd smile on different occasions.
How am I remembering all the little things about you so clearly,
Yet I have forgotten how much I loved you;
I have forgotten my reason why I started to remember every detail of you.
I can't recall how I felt about you.
