Yearn for You [poems]

Of You.

When I think of your name,

I automatically make out my favorite memories of us.

I think of how your hair is floppy,

so soft under my fingers when I was the one to play with it.

I think of your soft eyes,

almost the same color as mine.

I think of how you teased me,

I think of the nicknames you called me.

I think of how you treated me with so much gentleness,

but still laughing when I fell on my ass.

I think of how we used to this and that,

and how we used to be this and that.

I think of everything mentioned or spoken,

and everything we did.

But,

for as long as I can,

I just let my mind wonder of you.