The gentle hugs you’d give
The way your arms wrapped
around me as to a blanket
leaving your colognes’ scent

My covers could never
hold me as tightly as you

The thickness of your lips
interfered with my cheek
I could only blush
of the nomadic past

My pillow could never
Kiss me as you did

The sweat on your palm
holding mine, you were nervous
The last whisper of your voice
It was simply perfect


  Could never be replaced by sorrow
Can never be relived by memories