Originally: Long Time, No Blog

My hand in yours
As we walk along the road.
Is there anything better in this world?
I feel a million tiny prickles
As you softly encircle your thumb
against my palm.

Our arms are entwined like a twisted tree limb.
My head lies on your shoulder,
And I can smell your cologne on your clothes.
I feel I could remain like this with you forever.

But you are gone.
Gone in a distant wind,
That occasionally breathes through me.
I feel you in the wind,
I taste your breath on the breeze,
And I live on the scent that lingers in the air.

In my faintest memories,
I can feel your hand in mine.
And then I awaken,
In a sweat;
Realizing you are not here.

-Written by me, September 26, 2010 at 1:10 PM.