clement

as much as it hurts,
i find myself staring at our photos over and over again
daily.
it becomes habitual.
i feel uneasy without you around.
without your presence.
so i stare at our photos.
the touch of skin to skin
your hand to mine
funny how then when the photos were taken
we never bothered to register the moment
the pictures are captured on film and paper
but the touch, the taste, the smell
of your skin
your tongue
your hair
the sound of your voice
can only be
imagined
now
now that i've lost you.
and i realise
i've never stopped loving you.
which hurts more
and makes me feel like
a stupid fool.