I always thought I had thick skin
But then You touched my body
And I realized how much I wanted
To melt into Your hands
And live within the grooves
Of Your fingerprints
So I could be a part of anything
Beautiful or disastrous
That You felt

The sound of your delicate voice still gently resonates in my ears, an infinite reverberation.

Sometimes I still feel your subtle, soothing, yet indescribably powerful and electrifying touch gliding upon my skin, reassuring me
that we will last a lifetime
and then some.

Now and then, a warm breeze swifts through the air.
A sweet aroma of calming familiarity, that only makes me think of you.

Often times I see little reminders of you;
bits and pieces of you that sneaked into my life that I had never noticed.

Every once in a while; a flavor that is closely acquainted with my under spoken tongue seems to find it's way back into my mouth, tasting like a sugary sweet, cooling and careless

piece of you.

Perhaps the familiar yet unnoticed crevices in the walls must mean more to me than the very same crevices which will forevermore remain hidden in the depths of my heart.

They're all pieced together,
forming an abstractly numb
piece of art.

Incisions, Incisions,
Made by false, ignorant decisions.

Beautifully arrayed intervals of nothing but enigmatic space.

When you part, your soul hath but a trace.

Done caring.

About the permanent , lethal damage that has been done

By far more than just one.