I remember him so much better when the lights are off In the dark I can almost see it The imprint of his body in my sheets There As if he never left It seems they cannot forget him either I can practically see it The shape of his long legs and how perfectly they intertwined with mine In the dark I can almost feel the imprint of his hands On me Inside me Caressing my soul with his shine Leading me home His hands So rough Yet soft Like silken sheets His sheets That knew not of where I began and he ended And if they could speak they'd have much to say But would find no words worthy