I’m scared I’ll forget about the sweetest bits of you.

The smell of your head-

your lips.

I could spend the day breathing them in.

Why do they smell so good for such a short amount of time?

I want to bottle it up

and spray it on my pillow when you’ve grown up and moved away

as a reminder of how it feels to have you near me in the early morning

when everything is quiet –

and your little fingers hook onto mine

like sweet pea tendrils searching for something to grasp.

I don’t want to forget about

your delicate ears

and how they leave imprints on my arms

that look like pressed flowers placed between the pages of a book.

And certainly, I would never want to forget

your eyes

and how they search for mine in every room,

like bright sunflowers turning towards the sun.