With love, (with vulnerability)
“You stood up, I stole a glance,
Only to realize I was now staring.
I buckled up, and advanced,
To know whom you were.
Years and months far gone,
I sense you living in me.
My mouth utters words you spoke,
Imitations of you, became me.
We’ve parted, but your touch still lingers,
We’ve made decisions, but sometimes I don’t want to remember.
I want your hand in mine, interwined.
The smiles come by, yet laughter sighs.
Memories are hard to kill.
Someday, alone, on a rainy night,
Do you too long for me?”