I'm not ready for it to be over. I'm not ready for your memory to die. I'm not ready to forget your laugh and the words you say over and over. I'm not ready to lose the image of the bridge of your nose or your knowing eyes close to mine. I'm not ready to forget the scent of your covers and your long sleeve t shirts. I'm not ready to say goodbye to the cow licks in your hair and the smirk you give me from across the room. I don't want to leave the face you make when you try to wink. I don't want to lose the flowers you told me you stole from your neighbor's garden. I'm not ready to forget the way your fingers glided across the piano keys as you made up songs to make me laugh. I don't want to lose the images and the tintinnabulation and the light and the auras and the scenes that came with your love.
I refuse
to cease
to remember
