A matter of fact...

"I think of you...I usually do.."
He said..a matter of fact..
In that fact, so plainly said without ado..
Love hides in plain sight without tact..
A matter of fact, this unusual pact..
A poetry without the play of words.
A love that asks for nothing, in fact!.
Now how does one write of it in words...
Love was and is just a matter of fact!

You are all I remember

"That you can forget...
What I remember.."
It is that.. I wish to forget..
For you are all I remember...