I can still hear the rhythm of your nature in the beating of my heart.
wings of a hummingbird.
Feel your bruising touch against my skin. like wind and rain on a winters day.
I still feel the touch that shook my bones, with all the subtlety of a freight train in the early morn.
I still smell you, pungent and potent but soothing as lavender.
I can still see your eyes burning me, every galaxy and constellation in your stare.
I can no longer taste you on my lips. Bitter. Replicated. The poignant reminder.