A Slice of Forever (Remembering you)

My soul remembers you
and the way you smiled at me on
the last day of forever.
I may forget your voice, your face,
caught up in a cycle of death and rebirth,
but the soul does not forget, as I know when I see you.
Is it good for my vitality to be
so utterly caught up in you, in seeing you,
when doubtless we have done all this before?
My skin remembers you,
and the silky smoothness of your touch,
so many faces, places, reasons to be.
My eyes remember you,
and the way you wear colors, enhance their beauty
because you are, because you live.
My breath remembers you
and still hitches in my throat at the thought of you,
the room becomes hot, my skin becomes cold.
My mind is unable to remember
and is far too busy caught up in veils of the present
but the subconscious screams for compensation
and my soul remembers you.
In the myriads of smiles, eye colors, shapes, and deaths,
still I love you, still I miss you.
Two souls entwined until that last day,
the last day of forever when all is renewed and darkened
and the day we are together in eternity.
Perhaps we have had our forever
as my soul remembers, as my heart is still beating,
and what I see in you is an afterglow of happiness.
Even now, my being recalls you,
and that soul leaps at the thought of some remembered passion;
you smile, another slice of our forever.