I don't want to write about how you watch the sunset ,
How you look on an early Sunday morning,
The way you look like you're riding the grandest high.
I do not want to write about how the moon looked that night,
Or how it glimmered in your eyes.
I don't want to write about how you watch the leaves fall in autumn,
Or how you run out in the rain.
I don't want to write about how the snowflakes catch in your hair,
Or how compared to your beauty,
I cannot write about such things.
I cannot visualise it for eternity.
I will always forget the colour of the sky, or the positions if the stars.
The picture is hazy in my mind,
A moment so long ago that went perfectly.
But I can remember how it remained in me,
I can write about the sounds,
That were a song in my ears.
I could taste the salty air of the beach,
While the sun shot through my closed eyelids.
Casting the world in red and gold,
I remember the way you were sticky from the water.
I remember the way to clung to me,
I can write about how you were warm,
How all your shuffling woke me up,
I remember that you made tea.
You were still half-asleep,
Your breath on my face was ruffling,
Your limbs brushing against mine were still lazy.
I can write about how you were fresh from the shower,
How your hair was silken and damp,
I can remember the whiff of your soap,
And the leftovers in the kitchen.
I remember how your voice was a broken plea.
I remember the feel of your skin,
And all the nothings you whispered to me.
I remember the fuzz of your sweater as we curled up by the fireplace,
The crackling of the logs,
How you kept whispering of all the leaves,
I remember how you were damp and laughing,
And your voice so giddy with joy,
To dance with you in the rain,
Leaving me no room for doubt.
How you pulled me into you,
And rubbed warmth into my arms,
How you gloved hand grasped my own,
How you smelt of the coffee you'd drank on the way home.
I remember the tangle of the flower you placed in my hair,
And the how your steps were lighter,
How your lips were sweet as honey,
The echoing of your voice as you softly sang.
I remember not the sight,
And I shall never forget.
I will remember until the world falls.
