The touch of your hair
And warmth of your breath
On my cheek.
The feel of your hand
In my hand.
The light of joy
In your eyes.
All of the places
That we’ve been.
All of the things
That we’ve done.
All of the plans
That we made.
But you have gone
Without a goodbye
And left me here
With only these
Memories of us.
This poem is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “mem”: