your smile
your laugh
your voice
your touch
they are etched in my head
Moments from the night before
the soft caresses
hidden glances
the soft brushes
of your hand to mine
that still lingers on me
oh how I wish
nights like this
never have to end
YOU ARE READING
Familiar Strangers
Poetry"How did we end up like this?" "Like what?" "Like two familiar strangers."
