The feel of your breath as it runs down the crest of my neck
It feels almost like a soft breeze calming, relaxing
I feel it like I feel a warm bath on my tired body
It is slow, caressing me with tenderness
But that was a different day, and today is now
We must move past this insidious memory
Trusting only the little things we have left
We must remember our days as the only person we needed...
