by kuylerquijas

I follow her steps behind her.
My feet naturally falling where she had once stepped.
I trace the wall with my fingers.
My fingers feeling her softness that she left behind.
I think of our time spent here.
My teeth softly holding my bottom lip as she once had done.
I hear her whispers in my ear.
My hair lightly climbs down my spine as her breath would hit it.
I feel her around me in this place.
My eyes feel the light burn of resting as she had enveloped me.
I have been waiting for her for years.
My mind has been flooding since she had told me to leave.