What a thing to have and lose. That moment between then and now. The salt barely leaving your lips but already lost on your tongue. Those shivers between hot and cold and perfect. When I think back to the memories, my temperature changes, my stomach emptys, and tears flow. I can picture it right here, right now. And those smiles we had in those memories make me question my current direction. The need between necessity and desire. So I sit here and wonder, if any future moment will ever compare to the one that was lost between the salt on my lips and tongue