I have long forgotten the look on your face
when I first called out your name,
when I first felt shame,
when I first lost my game.
I have long forgotten the sound of your voice
when you tried to hush my cries,
when you tried to cover your lies,
when you tried to avoid my eyes.
I have long forgotten the warmth of your embrace
at the first crack of my voice,
at the first lapse in my poise,
at the first pride in my choice.
I have long forgotten the fact that is your existence
as your simple knocks on my room descended,
as your simple presence has ended,
as your simple response remains suspended.