Things That Never Go Away

Delete Key

I wonder
Who touches your face
Before leaving every morning?
Whose lips knows the contour
Of yours?
I wonder whose body you know
The way you knew mine?
I wonder.

You must have

Private little jokes
And secret names
You call one another.
You know each other’s sighs
In the darkness
The smell of one another
And the knowing expectations
Only lovers share.
You must.

I wish there were a delete key

Located in the human heart

That, when pressed
Eliminates those
Things that never go away.
I wish.

But I am not altogether sure

Were it to exist
I would have the temerity
To use it.
I just don’t know.

But I think you have.