Its on nights like these that the memories come back.All the 'If you were here's turn into 'I want you here'.Each minute makes it harder to remember all the details of your beautiful face I had sworn to never forget.The wrinkles on your cheeks, as I remember, don't fall into place.The tender roughness of your hands are slowly slipping from my fingertips. Whenever I smell spices I think of you.I think of you in the kitchen sprinkling pixie dusts disguised as spice and creating magic.All the books I read never compare to your stories.All the laughs I hear never compare to the warmth of yours.All the hands I hold, none compare to the firmness of your gentle grips.All the people I meet, never compare to the moment you first held me.The first family I ever saw.All the people I miss, never compare to the urge to be in your lap again.If you were here,I'd take in everything of you.From the details to the feeling to everything.Enough to make it till i once again lose you in a blurry mess.
