Your touch,
&
breath
upon my face.
The gentle
sands
of this
place,
upon my skin.
These things still
remind me
of
you.
The call
I
hear,
as I set
my
feet
upon this
sacred
ground.
These too,
remind me
of
you.
The shallow
shore,
the desert
escape,
the
sounds
of nothing
but
you.
This too,
reminds me
of
you.
My breath,
as it
is
is
escaping
my own
body,
ceases
to
exist,
lest
I
forget
to
think
of
you.
These memories,
forgotten
in
time,
shall warm
me,
&
still,
I can't
help
but
think
of
you.
The photograph
you
left me,
stays
with me
now,
still,
as it
did,
when we
were
brand
new.
I never lets
me
forget,
that I
will
always
think
of
you.
Your voice,
a steady
stream,
of
what once
was,
when I was
we.
The glossy
texture
of time
past,
will keep
me
here,
ever with
you.
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