Written | You

I miss the way it felt
As your fingers traced my skin.
I miss the way your kiss
Would make my head spin.
Spun, drunk on every ounce
Of your love.
Dazed, in haze and I
Couldn’t get enough.

I miss the way you’d look at me
As your lips curled into a smile.
I miss the way you’d hold me.
I wish you were holding me now.
Real, still as time stopping,
Taking forever to pass.
Slow, so we could make
This kind of forever last.

Teresa Maree | Feb/2018