I still move clouds, I chalk my hands and wipe their sorrow from your way. I still wait on that same hill to be the first to see you open your eyes to let the sun warm the water. In most thoughts I am aware of your absence, you've smiled for someone else. And in most thoughts, I know you still are. The hardest happiness I'll ever know is this: You will always exist in me. Your housing cheeks, giving shelter to your pillow lips. Your tear drop prisms always led me straight to them, so close, when our noses touched, I'd melt. Satin for fingers, entwined, and the taste of ecstasy was all over you. I ran my breath from your peace shaped collar bone to your perfect hips and I locked my hands. I lined your entire body with my punctured lips leaving and taking pieces of you and I on every inch of what held us together. And then, I kissed you once, and then again, and you quaked and I let you, and I couldn't look away from you. My eyes were fitting, the shape of the rest of my life laid in front of me, a space that without you, will remain so, darling.