I remember the softness of your lips 

Sweet kisses 

Simple touches

You used to hold me like precious silver 

Taking your time to touch the creases of my heart

Like an artist that only knows the touch of paper 

That each fold would mean something new and beautiful

I remember the feeling of your hands

As they lingered across my skin 

Trying to gage my intensity for you 

Pulling me deeper into your love 

Calloused hands aged by the difficulty of life

Smooth by the touch of a soul 

Loved by fragile things, like paper and me

On cold nights

I remember your warmth 

That comfort that you brought

My soul is cold and my hearts can’t remember what love feels like 

To you who brought me a love so deep 

I hope that you are happy, wherever you are. 

With your calloused hands

Posted by:jjnibbs

I love food and community. Pretty simple right? Life should be simple and full of opportunities to grow and become a better person.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.