My lips are no stranger to his body.
His breath dances on my skin like
wind rustling through fallen forest leaves.
The river flows between us ,
his presence confounding.

I lie awake endlessly tracing
circles on his back with my fingertips.
His natural scent emanates like petrichor
and stains my clothes each night
spent slowly tracing circles.

We have long since departed the forest;
our tracks left behind in the dirt were
wisped away in our final breaths.
Pillars of affection that stood
firm like mature oak trees slowly
crumble resting atop deadened leaves;
The current of the cool water that drew
us together has run dry.

Sunlight shines endlessly over
the valley where our forest once was;
I pause for a moment, taking in
one last time every moment that
was special.
Hope gives ease to turning my back,
leaving the remains of our
beautiful creation to rot.