Don't worry, I still remember

I've seen it before, I'm sure

When I close my eyes, the memory forms

clouds gathering, liquid in nature

they come together to make up this picture

the colours are distorted, like an impressionist's landscape

but the elation is clear, I relive the breathlessness

the heart tugs at the tail of my coat

probably, more intense in mind than then

a few seconds or less is all there is

then it crumbles away

and rebuilds

once more, and again

until I make you out

that piercing expression

the gaze that I wish I could hold

you have always seen through me and 

I, you

in truth

it scares me

so I step away and come to

think past what was, and could be, and what became

and sigh with relief

that after all of it, at least

through the bottling, swallowing, pride and insecurity

love

can still get to me