Ficlets

I see your eyes sparkeling like dimands, but you are not there

I feel your soft skin on my arm, but you are not there

I feel your hand in mine, grasping, loving, not wanting to ever let go, but you are not there

I hear the sweet sound of your voice, whispering to me in the silance, but alone i sit in the room

I smell the sweet aroma of your perfume, like a flowery medow, but you are not there

I hear the sweet sound of your voice, whispering to me in the silance, but alone i sit in the room

tho there is no one here… but I am not alone… I will always have the memories of you