I’d look at your picture when I miss you
Run my fingers over your face
And think how your skin feels
I’d look at your eyes
And lock my gaze for hours and melt into you.
I’d feel the tiny fine lines on your forehead and around your mouth
till I’d remember them.
But I don’t look at your pictures when I miss you,
I just have to close my eyes
And I can see every line, feel the soft skin
And the warmth of your gaze.
I don’t need anything to remember you by
You are seared on my soul.