Poem: Liquid Memories

Sometimes when I think of you,
the mere thought
clenches my throat,
springs liquid memories
to my eyes,
tightens around my
stomach, and reveals
a gaping hole where my heart
once beat.

All I wanted was to hear your voice.
I wanted to remember your laughing eyes,
your throaty chuckle,
and the accent of your words.

But it turns out it’s a lie.
I don’t want to remember any of it.
I want to experience it again,
and when I realize I can’t,
the memories fall from my eyes.