I feel the warmth of your skin on mine.
Every scar and crease I trace with the tip of my finger
as you shiver under my touch.
The smoothness of your body
and they way your muscles repeatedly tense and fall at ease.

The sound of your raspy voice in the morning
as you wish me a good morning.
The loud echo that travels through my room leaving me at the edge of my seat
as I wait for the rest of the words to fall out of your mouth
like honey from the edge of a spoon.

Your smile that lights up my whole world.
The sight of your most perfect imperfections.
Just being able to see your whole body everyday.
Being able to enjoy your perfectly carved dimples
and lush pink lips as you run your fingers through your light brown hair.

The taste of your strong minty breathe
mixed with a faint taste of pancake mix as you kiss me goodbye.
The taste of sugar filled honey in the tea you brewed for me,
just because you can.

The smell of your strong, satisfying cologne
that seems to follow you around the house.
The smell of your aftershave in the bathroom.
And that cologne that never seems to fade,
still lingering even when you're long gone.

You're so far away now that your scent has faded,
I can no longer taste your special tea that was always made just for me,
I can no longer feel your warm skin,
hear your enchanting voice,
and see your beautiful smile that could light up people's days for miles.

But your presence still surrounds me
as I mask the memory of you with new fresh ones.
And even though your scent has faded
and there is no longer a memory of you to be seen.

You are still with me in soul, heart, and mind.
No matter what the others say.