shell

is it bad
that i can wake up in the morning
after a night spent beside you,
and not remember your face?
i'm sorry
that i can't memorize the feeling
of your hand in mine,
but sometimes i can barely remember
the feeling of breathing in
and breathing out.

please don't be offended
if i don't love you.

(watching infomercials on tupperware and thinking how lovely it would have been if i had been able to seal away what i felt for you before and save it endlessly,
"STILL FRESH!")