The cyan sky
The brisk air
The bitter taste of coffee
The burning of cigarette ash
The cold of your fingertips
The feel of your fleece
The warmth of your embrace
The joy in your smile
The glee in your laugh
The glow of your eyes
The touch of your lips
The  feeling  of  love.

Happiness encapsulated
but stored away
in the deepest part of my mind.

because

I have no use for it anymore
but it’s a memory I could never lose.