emirasmussen

Your eyes once reflected the image of my face. Now, I struggle to remember what they looked like. Nor can I remember the feeling when your hands once grasped my hips. I cannot remember the taste when I once held the skin of your neck between my teeth. The smell of your hair, once pressed against my nose, has slipped away through my nostrils. Your voice, with the soft tones I once understood more than the words that you spoke, has been silenced for a little too long. I fear you are becoming nothing but a memory that once was. Sometimes, I wish the strength of my memory could bring you back, if only for a single touch of our toes, if onl