I remember how your head rested on that cushion.

I remember how your breath tickled my ear,
when you kept me near.

I remember how your eyes remained closed
while I was looking at you.

I remember how your arm rested on my stomach
to keep me warm.

I remember how it felt to hold you tight.
To have your arms around my fragile body.

And I remember the way you fit into my bed,
into my life
and very soul.

The moment, when the last bit of your smell
is removed from the pillow you slept on,
is the moment when I feel alone.



And now
that I miss you the most,
you seem to be gone.