My Skin Remembers

My skin remembers you. Your touch. The love that poured straight from your heart to mine when you lightly caressed my cheek. My eyes remember you. The curves in your face, the dimple in your ear and freckle on the tip of your nose. My ears remember the warm tone of your beautiful voice, how it would wrap my eardrums with all sorts of delight.

All of me remembers you. But some of me doesn’t know yet that you’re no longer here. Those parts of me are still looking and longing for you. To connect to your heart and soul, just by being near to you.

It’s going to take some time for those parts of me to learn and realize what’s happened. That on this Earth, I’ll not have the joy of those deeply visceral connections to you any longer.

Oh how much my heart painfully misses all of you and longs for the day I’ll see your beautiful face again.

In the meantime, I have a lot I am to do here. There are still new things to come that I’m solely responsible for. Written for me to respond to. I will. I promise. I just need some time.