Memory Poem by Kristien Blend

Your hand in mine
I see the creases in your skin
feel the smooth edges of your nails
Inhale the scent that is you.
I trace your features with my fingertips
commiting every curve and line to memory.
Your long eyelashes that cast a shadow
on your cheek.
Your brown eyes with the hint of lines at the edges
from the smiles
I bring.
Your lips, and how they feel when you press them
against mine.
The soft dip of your widow's peak
I stretch out my arms to hold you, to touch you
But my hand grasps cold air
My eyes open to an empty bed
My hand outstretched in silent air
the warmth slips away
the cold emptiness takes over again
and I wish I never had to wake up.