Everyday I wake up I think of your smile.
I can imagine your eyes arching down
and your tiny mouth slightly going up.
I remember your hands
and your soft gentle feel.
Never too big, yet enough to fit mine.
My finger follows the shape of your nose
and finds your lips.
I remember kissing them infinite times
but never ceasing to feel
that first feeling I got.
Your lips locked with mine,
thick and thin,
small and long,
sometimes parted, even bleeding,
ever so mine.
When I think hard enough
I remember your mark;
a freckle next to your left eye
always shining towards me.
I imagine you are mine
and I think of everytime you were.
My body shivers,
my heart drops.
To imagine I might never hold you again.
That your arms may not find mine once more.
That our bodies will not hold each other tightly
feeling like we’ll never let go.
That these perfect puzzle pieces
may not make one.
And I wonder where you’ve gone.
I wonder why you left.
Most of all,
why did you choose to leave this memory in my head
all alone just waiting for you.
