I want to feel you, one last time.
Can we go back,
to that Thursday in Autumn?
The leaves perfectly crunched under our heavy feet.
Dazed, confused,
out of touch with reality.
And yet we were so in tune with each other.
With heavy eyelids our pouted lips lightly touched,
feverishly smashed,
and reluctantly broke apart.
I remember the cool breeze nipping at my cheeks,
only to be warmed,
with your soft kisses.

Can we go back, to the weekend in July?
Outside, always outside.
Lungs burning, eyes stinging,
hearts fluttering.
The secret whispers of getting away,
the impossible scenarios,
"But nothing is ever impossible."
Jumping off the bridge,
into the cool water, your hands through my hair.
When were we not touching?
Hands, lips, bodies.
We fit together so perfectly.

I want to go  back,
please, God. Let me go back.
I'm slowly forgetting your soft, warm hands,
Keeping me protected,
being my safe haven.
I don't have that comfort anymore.
Remember our lazy days,
laying on the floor, tangled up in each other?
Sloppiness, romance, fun,
where are you?
"She refuses to believe he's gone."
Rough movements, hands rubbing my sore legs,
the tears wiped away by your thumb.
God, where are you?