Gentle carreses.

Followed by delicate lips.

Hands grip one another.

Their bodies molded together, as if they were puzzle pieces, fitted for only each other.

The sound of uneven breath's fill the muggy air.

He reaches his hand forward, cupping her flustered cheek.

Tears fill his eyes, as the morning sun, shines through his window.

Waking him from the paradise, where only she resides in.

He releases a shaky breath, wiping the tears from his tired eyes.

His mornings always started this way.

Memories of her, always invading his dream.

He could still smell her perfume.

Still felt her gentle touches.

The taste of her lips.

It made it so much harder to move on.

Everytime he tried to forget.

Here she came, crashing in.

Breaking down, every wall he put up.

Looking over, he sees her picture.

Reaching over, he brushes his finger tips against the dusty glass.

Pulling the covers over his head.

He closes his eyes.

In hopes of going back.

Going back to that one place.

Going back to her.