i can't remember, i can't remember what love is like,
it feels like a sudden panic to think--
what was it like to be cherished, or enjoyed?
what was it, to hold and be held,
to watch moonlight and sunshine climb walls?
i retain the visuals,
the skin and the fingertips and
white walls, low light, closed doors...
i can see it,
but the feel of it is gone.
i can't remember, what is love like, what
does passion feel like, i can't remember any more,
and the ice of that is crawling inside my bones.