When you remember me?
Does your tongue still chase the phantom divine,
A ghost of honey, lost in the garden of your teeth?
Does it taste just like your expensive wine?

I wonder if your eyes water,
Do your tear ducts weep at the phantom's touch,
A silent river, flowing where you once would blush?

Do you let the memories resurface,
like waves against the shore?
Do you?

Do your ears resound the whispers of my laughter?
Do your tympanic membranes vibrate with the echoes of joy,
as though nothing else mattered?

Do you let the memories resurface,
like waves against the...