I cannot even deal with how lovely this poem is. You are perfection my dear; it's something magical and sad about these poems that make me want to cry.

It's always the little things in life that remind you of that one person you want to forget but can't, even cilantro leaves. I love how the speaker uses something relatively insignificant to expand these memories roaming in his/her mind. The vividness of the green of those leaves in the first line come to life with vitality. And the emotiong of remembering mixed with longing, and perhaps even some remorse. And always strong throughout the poem. And beautiful. I love this series of poems you've been writing—"studies in memory." It reminds me somewhat of how I've been writing in "theories" lately. (I guess, I can't come up with new titles; so I write "Theory on....vadda vadda vadda".) Great poem. And well deserved with the Editors' Choice.