Memories of You

Innocent first kisses
then a desperate kiss goodbye,
but in my head,
I'm still holding your hand underneath the table.
Last February 14th, you saw me cry
for the first time.
You pulled me close,
wiped my tears, and I was safe.
Now, I'll take a breather
and remember how your laugh rang out across the crowded rooms
the way your eyes sparkled
the warm touch of your hand on my face.
If I could see you now I'd wrap my arms around your neck,
press my forehead against yours,
close my eyes, take a breath,
and I'd be home.