A gentle caress of the cheek
A shaky fingertip on the chin
The memories come and go in waves,
but hit with the force of a tsunami flood,
crashing down the barriers I so carelessly built up after you left.
A touch of my neck
sends shivers down my spine,
as I remember your lips brushing gentle skin
exhaling my name into the dark.
Twisted in sheets, tangled in blankets
Racing hands and quick breath
those nights come to me quick,
flashing images through my mind.
Glow of your eyes - you loved me.
Smiles on your face - you meant it.
Pleasure in your body - you showed me.
Grasp of your hand - you watched me laugh.
I would say I want this nostalgia to stop,
but to be quite honest-
I'm addicted to reminiscing on these thoughts.
The fear of forgetting you
presses hard on all sides
suffocating my mind with images of us.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
A gentle caress of the cheek
A shaky fingertip on the chin
The memories come and go in waves,
but hit with the force of a tsunami flood,
crashing down the barriers I so carelessly built up after you left.
A touch of my neck
sends shivers down my spine,
as I remember your lips brushing gentle skin
exhaling my name into the dark.
Twisted in sheets, tangled in blankets
Racing hands and quick breath
those nights come to me quick,
flashing images through my mind.
Glow of your eyes - you loved me.
Smiles on your face - you meant it.
Pleasure in your body - you showed me.
Grasp of your hand - you watched me laugh.
I would say I want this nostalgia to stop,
but to be quite honest-
I'm addicted to reminiscing on these thoughts.
The fear of forgetting you
presses hard on all sides
suffocating my mind with images of us.
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