it was all so simple when I was a child.

I can still smell the sweet scent of your skin.
I lick my lips with the dearest taste of your lingering kiss, despite the fact they have been untouched for weeks.
I see the clearest picture sketched, like a movie reeling its way through my mind.
I see the hairs prickle down your chest.
Your arms extended towards me.
Your smile highlighting the dark spaces in my head.
Your voice cracks with emotion, pure joy.
My last memories of you flutter randomly amougst my other thoughts.
I have this alluring sense of love hovering over me, like a misty breeze coating my body. Looking into your eyes I feel the storm coming on, the gentle winds stirring and clouds approaching.
I remember how your body cringed when I placed my hand near you.
And as I cover my head to hid the tears your turned away.
The slightest detail lays in the foreground of my impaired heart, consuming an alarming amount of area.
Perfection is indefinite, just a series of lucky events, but I keep covering any misdoings with false memories of perfection.
The harsh words from your mouth still couldn't cease my sense of your perfection.
I hope someday to gaze apon the real truth.