Mar 1, 2025
Even if I forgot your face,
lost sight of your eyes,
or let slip the song of your voice,
my body would remember.
The ache of your touch, always lingering on my skin,
the longing for your scent—sweet vanilla from flickering candles—
and the time we spent together
returning in life's subtle moments.
Memories fall like snowflakes,
delicate echoes on a winter day,
mingling with the smile of lovers passing by.
I'll remember who you were,
etched deep within my cells,
where the longing we shared endures
like an eternal darkness or blinding light.
