Our time together may not be as lengthy as we’d like.
I think this is why I catch myself,
I catch myself recording every detail that my eyes are lucky enough to see.
Listening closely, so closely for I desire to hear,
every word, every sound.
I watch how your soft lips move, making simple words that I deem beauty.
I watch how your eyes, your deep forest filled eyes, when they’re not watching me, how they gaze around at the world around us that I had become oblivious to.
I watch as your arms move and your shoulder blades glide, hidden under your shirt.
I feel the carpet of fitting rooms, I see that hideous sweater.
I remember the chilled tastiness of the special ice cream.
I remember how my face and sides began to ache as I caught a case of the giggles and you began to laugh too.
I remember it all.
And I miss it.
I can’t get enough of you.