The memory of you
Hot and wet
Naked from the shower.
A memory I don't want to lose.
Why didn't I kiss you longer?
Why did I let you go?
If I had stayed that day
Would there still be an us?
Making love in the morning
Making love on the couch
Memories so tender
So sweet.
Kissing the top of your head
While you sprawled in your chair
Watching the game.
Watching you sleep
Tucking my hand
In your briefs as your slept.
A few words
A few tears
And it's over.
Memories wreathed in black
Tear stained visions
Lost moments.