Saw you in the distance I begin to sigh.
Fears of outbursts and screams held inside.
I'm still affected by you after all this time, why?
Vaguely I see, traces of your residue left on me.
Your touch on my face,
Your gentle embrace,
How your finger rubs against my ear,
Who knew that spot existed?
A simple touch sparks electricity within me,
how I miss it!
I’m thinking of you,
You don’t have a clue.
I guess...
You are to me,
what I am to you,
Mere 'Traces of Residue.'
~Butterfly εїз 2011©