I remember you in fragments,
scattered like light,
Each sense a window to memories
bright.
The way your eyes caught
the sun's warm glow,
A spark in shadows, a story to
show.
I close mine now, but still I see
the soft lines of laughter you
shared with me.
Your voice, a whisper on
autumn's breeze,
echoes faintly, but never at ease.
A laugh, a sigh, a melody's grace -
the music of you, time can't erase.
Like cedar and rain, earthy
and real,
The scent of you, too distant to feel.
But in old familiar winds it hides,
and suddenly, you're by my side.
The sweetness lingers, like
honeyed wine,
in memories aged, both yours and
mine.
Each flavor recalled, soft and true,
a taste of love, a taste of you.
The warmth of your hand,
the gentle hold,
a quiet comfort, when nights grew
cold.
In echoes faint, I feel it still,
an empty space your touch would
fill.
Through every sense, you're woven
there,
a memory vivid, beyond compare.
Time may fade and shadows
grow,
in senses deep, you still
bestow.
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