I have not forgotten
The way you used to smile,
Nor the tinkering of your laugh,
But happiness was not worth your while.
I have not forgotten
Your forever cold fingers,
Nor the blush on your cheek
And how it used to linger.
I have not forgotten
Your eyes and how they twinkled,
Nor the space between your eyebrows.
When you were angry, it crinkled.
And I will never forget
The look in your eyes
When I discovered
The cuts on you thighs.
