Daydreaming, in nostalgia
of those moments we shared.
Drifting, as my thoughts wander;
retracing the motion of your fingers
gliding the waves of my hair.
Inherently, in night’s twilight
I turn to find your embrace,
only to be evoked of your absence.
Reminiscent, of the journeys we took
arms entwined, steps in sync
a gentle kiss imprinted
on the back of my hand.
Cherrished seconds dispersed only in memory
never to be felt once more.
All is melancholy, some would say: