Gasping For Air

I remember that last day. We sat at the top of the hill hidden by the trees. I faced him and he faced me. I could see my reflection in his beautiful eyes. I would lean in and close mine, waiting for the fresh taste of him. Not a second soon enough, I feel him. He is everything. The feeling of the breeze is gone and all but the sound of his breathing has ceased. His smell filled my senses. I can still feel that day. The last day.