this is going nowhere

are you real?

Do you exist? 

I’m not good at this. 

I’ve forgotten the sound of your voice and what your face looks like when you squint into the sun. 

I’ve forgotten the way you sleep on your back and cross your arms over your chest like a corpse.

But I can’t have forgotten it or I wouldn’t be writing this now. 

Maybe it’s not me who’s doing the forgetting. 

Maybe you’ve forgotten me.