Forgotten?

Alas She said, "Wait and watch"

Quite coolly "For what", he asked

For the day when it wouldn't matter anymore

The name popping up on the message screen

When she wouldn't recheck her phone for his reply

When like the dried tears on her cheeks

He would be forgotten without a trace

Forgotten really? No.

He will be remembered,

In those occasional taunts

In the tacit replies of another

In the prolonged wait at the coffee shop

And in the velvety soft touch of a hand

He will linger, want it or not

Within the lines of her poetry.