You came into my life with grace, the way sunlight breaks through the clouds on a winter afternoon.
The way the ocean meets the sand.

Fed on laughter and kisses, we grew fat on each other's love. How ever did I come to find you? Through passion? Through kindness? Both?

I keep imagining your happiness at the thought of me, at the scent of me, the lingering memory of my lingering touch, the kisses that fell...

I keep imagining how sad you must be, how nothing fits the way we once did, how thin and pale you've become since I've been gone, starving
lingering.