Love to the grave?

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I wouldn't know you.
 Do you hear?
 Don't remember how your neck smells.
 Not to remember your voice and your hands.
 Forget all the curves of the body.
 But I remember every crack
 Your lips are pale red
 Why does it hurt so much?
 Why was it all in vain?
 I wouldn't know you.
 Do you hear?
 Forget how piercing you look,
 Like a hook in the ribs.
 Damn you, do you remember all this?
 Forget that rainy day,
 When you were standing at the door.
 And he told me everything truthfully,
 That our love to the grave.