I re-experience her,
here,
yes here.
The joy that was lost long ago.
We share again,
we smile again.
I remember the only thing,
the river,
the warmth.
I confess,
something never said before.
We share again,
we smile again.
It wasn't meant to be,
but still,
I wait,
here,
yes here.

Just when I saw the wet eye,
noticed the shake in it's hand,
felt the body going backwards,
saw the brightness inside it,

Just when I touched the warm skin,
connected with the speed of blood pumping,
realised the micromovements,
touched inside it,
is when I understood human emotion.

There is a place I can't stop thinking about
thinking how  special it was to me
There is a feeling I feel picturing someone else there
someone else feeling the way I used to

It was her special little place
and I know someone else before me was there also
I was her special little company there
and I wanted to be the last one sharing the place

I know it better than the person after me
touching the skin I used to touch
I know it better than the person sitting there
seeing the sights I used to see

Her special little place became our special little place
but now it's gone
Her special little place became my special little memory
but now it's gone