Reminiscent Poem by Chris Piroy

The blood rushes from my face
As the rememberance of you comes to mind.
My fingertips lingered along my lips to trace
When yours connected to mine.

My mind won't let me forget
When my life was so full of joy.
What my mind won't get
Is why my life feels so much like a toy.

Remember the first times for everything
Mostly the first time of love.
It's funny how my fingers are still lingering
She's the one truly reminiscent of.