Thursday, March 24

After the farewell

Remember how I touched your face , when you kissed me this morning?
I see my fingers and they remind me they are no longer touching you.
I hear my breath not falling over your shoulder, in your embrace.
I feel a tear falling over my cheek where there was once the brush of your two-day grown beard.


3 comments:

Amropali said...

College romance...

Amropali said...

Sweet and sad ..
Hope the distances are not prmanent

Amropali said...

*sigh*
hope...