Guess I'll have to be good with
pictures of your smile in my head
with the smell of your embrace in my bed

Remind myself of the day you texted
how you miss hearing my laugh in the office
And the day you held my hand
in the car, kissed it like only I mattered

Will this be the first and last I write of you? I hope not
Though we're only a moment in time
I hope to pour words of you throughout the avenue that is my life