There is something in his eyes that makes me keep longing
The way one keeps sipping even though their is nothing at the bottom of that cup
There is something about his arms that makes me want to keep on hugging him
The way one says hello after a long departure
There is something about his shirt
The sweet sorry smell that is him
The bedsheets I yet to wash
There is something about his hands that makes me want to stay
The way one stays 'one more beer'
There is something about his lips
Maybe it's how soft they are
Or maybe it's because they taste like the sweetest honey
I keep wanting to come back like a honey bee
There is something about his smile that gravitates me towards him
The way the sun and the moon cannot stray
These is something about his heart, mind, and soul that keeps him alive in all my poems
I can never forget a boy like that even if he has already moved on
This is me
Keeping my favorite dream alive
Keeping us alive
Keeping Him Alive.