Maybe I don’t remember

the way you washed your hair

every morning,

but I remember

how you

smiled at all of my jokes,

because you have

a beautiful smile.

And maybe I don’t remember

the brand

of your favorite shirt,

but I remember

that you love

the way it feels

on your skin.

And maybe I don’t remember

how long our calls

would go for,

but I remember

the sound of your snores

at three in the morning

after our

Harry Potter Marathon.

And maybe I don’t remember

the big things about us,

but I remember

you,

and I remember

us,

and isn’t that

all that should be remembered?