I still feel a warmth from time to time where your soft sweet lips pressed gently on neck
and you told me yesterday you were giving up and your eyes shone brightly a twinkle of excitement like giving up wasn't stopping it was moving forward
and sometimes I wonder if I held you tightly you'd forget about the pain of those sad nights the flashlight blaring down and the darkness of your secret thoughts
but for now I'm stuck with the memories of your kiss and the ghost of your silhouette in the cold sleepy stairwell