The images of you flicker in my mind like the Automator of a camera.
Click. Click. Click.
Your lips wrapped around a chicken bone.
Click.
Your laugh, deep laugh, that loses oxygen and you struggle to catch your breath through each chuckle.
Click.
That smile that says, “You’re beautiful.”
And I believe you because I see it in your eyes.
Click.
The touch of my hand across your back.
Shoulders silk.
Chest like fresh feathers.
Click.
Your dance.
Click.
Your quench for knowledge, insatiable.
Everlasting.
Click.
I miss you.
Click.
Where are we going next?
Click.
Wherever it is, keep these memories for me.
Put them on replay in my head.
Let me revel in the life we have made–the love we have made.
Click.
There are albums of us.
You look beautiful in every picture.
Click. Click. Click.