Remember
I can close my eyes and see you. I can see your bright blue eyes, your disheveled brown hair, your lanky figure.
I can close my eyes and I can picture your lips, your smile, your frown, your dimples and your small nose.
When I close my eyes I can still even smell you, a mixed scent that I have come to crave sometimes in the middle of the night.
I can close my eyes and hear your voice as plain as day, whispering endearing words, yelling angry ones and muffling apologies.
As if you were right beside me I can close my eyes and literally feel your body against mine. I can feel your arms locked around me, your breath on my cheek, your lips on my forehead.
I lower my eyelids and events from the past replay over and over. I can see us sitting in my black Taurus, lying in your room watching T.V., driving around, watching a movie at the AMC, and arguing pointlessly.
Sometimes when I close my eyes I am shock to see your face staring back at me. It’s as if you are right there in front of me, standing in your room, in your yard, on your porch.
Your eyes are locked with mine and I am unable to look away. Everything around us disappears and we are frozen in time, unable to move forward, unable to let go, and unable to forget.