I stare into the night, remembering when you were here.
Your arm around my waist, the chill of the air, I’m remembering when you were here.
The twinkling of the streetlights, and the shimmering of the stars, bring back memories from you were here.
All I have are those exquisite dreams, those echoes from the past, those unforgettable reminders of you, when you were here.
Kim V. Poetry