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