Sometimes we see better,
When we turn away from sight,
Many things seem clearer,
Within the absence of light,

I close my eyes to know you better,
Reconstructing you within my mind,
Your scent, your sound, and every texture,
For the future me, it will remind,

Sleek dark brown hair matches your eyes,
Your breath which smells of golden ale,
My fingertips brush along your thighs,
Reading your goosebumps like braille,

Indeed, I may never see you again,
Still, the presence of you resides within my brain.