Amelia James Poetry

I reach for you in dreams,
the only place where time bends backward,
where your name still tastes like honey
instead of salt on my tongue.

Do ever you dream of me, too?
Or did you teach your mind to forget
the way my voice once felt like home?

I wonder if you ever flinch
at the sound of my name in a crowded room,
if a song ever presses its hands to your chest
and reminds you what we lost.

Does the sight of golden hour
still paint me in your memory?
Do you ever look at her,
and for just a flicker of a second,
see my face instead?

Do your fingers ever hesitate,
hovering over my number,
before you remember that I am no one now?

Tell me—
does your heart ache with regret,
or did you carve me out completely,
leave no trace, no scar,
just smooth, untouched skin
where I used to be?

Because I still see you everywhere.
And I still wonder if,
for even a moment,
you see me too.

-Amelia James