Memorized

This is a poem I wrote around 4AM last night. I was already in bed, and "soul to soul" came across my mind. I was literally seconds away from sleep, but then "you'll never remember this when you wake up" crossed my mind. So I typed something up in my drafts and promptly knocked out. I had completely forgotten about it for almost 24 hours. I almost wish I had forgotten about it longer.

i haven’t memorized the contours of your face
or the shape of your hips
or the color of your eyes
but i bet they are as
grand
as sequoias
a copse for me to rest.
i havent memorized how long your hair is
how it looks in rain
or how it bumps and bobs
when you run.
i only know you
soul to soul
and this soul rejoices
when greeted by one of its same
and mourns
as we part.

and i’ve memorized this sadness,
for my body is the chamber that
echoes my soul’s melancholy
or whatever human word
i can call lack of you.