Memories

The voice that was music, the voice that I could recognize amongst a million voices, the voice I dreamt of starting my day listing to, the voice I longed to hear while going to sleep, the voice that told me how much you loved me- the voice that was yours.

The touch that triggered a rush on my body, the touch that ignited the blood running through my veins, the touch that made me lose myself, the touch that pushed me towards you- the touch that was yours.

The smell of your skin- enthralling, captivating, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, the smell that made leaving you for a moment feel like the end of the world, the smell I sometimes suspected of having crept into my skin- the smell that was yours.

The sight of you shrinking every time I held your hands, the sight of you closing your eyes every time you put your head on my shoulders, the sight of you looking right into my eyes that tore me apart- the sight of only you in front of me.

The taste of your skin when I kissed you, the taste of the leftover tea in your cup, the taste of life when you were close, the taste of the tear drops when you left me- the taste of love.

I miss them all.

I just imagine how life would have been if you were here with me today. I just wish you did not break my trust. I just wish you did not change. Still, your memories did not betray, they didn’t fake, they didn’t lie, and they are still there with me.