I Almost Forgot

I almost forgot how it feels to sleep beside you,
the warmth of your body next to mine.
I almost forgot how it feels to be in your embrace,
the way your arms wrap around me as we shed cover and share skins.
I almost forgot how it feels when you ruffle my hair as I sleep,
the tenderness of your fingers caressing my forehead, gentle as the breeze.
I almost forgot how it feels when you kiss me randomly as we lie in bed,
the softness of your lips touching my cheeks and forehead as I doze off.
I almost forgot how it feels to hear the words “I love you” from you,
the sweet and loving affection those words carry.
I almost forgot how your hands fit perfectly into mine,
the bliss and assurance that they give when I am sad and scared.
I almost forgot how brilliant your smile is,
the beam of solace that it brings into my gloomy days.
I almost forgot the comfort of your presence,
that unfazed serenity of the joy you bring simply by being.
And most of all, I almost forgot that we are no longer together;
I almost forgot that we are over, we are no longer one.
I almost forgot that we are nothing but a paradox of sort–
more than friends, and less than lovers.
I almost forgot that bittersweet aching of not being able to move on,
that feeling of helplessness shrouded with a smile
whenever I see you with someone else.
I almost forgot that I am trying to forget all these,
and I yet, I remember them so vividly.