Sometimes if I wrap my arms around myself tight enough,
I can almost still feel you here.
Still feel your hands gripping my waist, pulling my onto your lap.
Still feel your hands running ever so delicately through my hair.
Still feel your lips across my temple as we're falling into love all over again every day.
You're like a ghost who comes back to haunt me every time I touch my skin.
Please, my late one,
Never stop haunting me.
-S
