Your memory played
as the crickets sang,
and the coldness of the early morning
pressed on my tender skin.
My smile widened
my stomach tightened
and the sound of joy filled the cold air.
I reminisced on your touch,
the warmth of your skin
the softness of your skin.
How easy it would be
to melt in your warmth.
As much as that is
it would never be enough.
I’d never know
who was on the other side, of your skin.
