I Won’t Forget

By Z.J. Lee

I won’t forget how you shape ideas into complete, complex designs by having me sit there, your silent muse, absorbing the timbre of your voice. I listen to your tangents, even if it makes me late.

I won’t forget your smile, as though you’re sharing a secret.

I won’t forget your dry humor and sarcasm, your awkward quirks, your weariness, your hope.

You’re brilliant, and I’m bound by limerence.

And I won’t tell you, because this illusion will be gone—you’ll grow unattractive, and I withdrawn and bitter—once I’m rejected.

If that happens, these things about you will be forgotten.