When it's quiet,
I can still hear your voice,
Soft and lingering,
Surrounding me,
I can still feel you,
Faded yet fixed,
In my mind,
Your hands,
Cool on my skin,
And your arms around me,
Reality dawns,
Suns become stars,
You're gone,
When I most need you,
To stay
©Nicola-Isobel H. 31.05.2011