FredPeyer

Missing You

Still feeling your tender lips

On my skin

Your scent quietly lingering

In my nostrils

Remembering the soft touch

Of your fingers

Imagining the fine silkiness

Of your hair

Hearing the delightful sound

Of your whispers

All alone cuddling with your

Old sweater

Dreaming of the many times

I held you close

Promising each other to be

Together forever

Never realizing that

The day could come

When you would be

Taken from me