Him Poem by Krystle Gallegos

As I sit here waiting as I'm always accustomed to waiting,
I can't help but think of you.
That smile and those beautiful eyes I could never forget.
As the days go on your memory fades,
And the slight tug in my heart grows fainter.
The sound of your voice gets farther away,
And the quick touch we felt gets erased in time
Like the dust in a hurricane.
The remnants of what you left behind,
The memories will always be kept in a special place in my heart.
One in which no one else but you could ever call yours.