I thought I would have forgotten how you feel, what you smell like or even the flavour of your skin.
But every now and then, I close my eyes and you appear,
Like the ghost of memories past
And I can feel you just as close as skin.
Hear the rhythm of your heartbeat
Set to the music you and I choreographed
Like dancers in a seasoned performance
Then suddenly it ends. The music stops
Curtains closed and there I am
In the darkness