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.