Rising

Cool morning fresh
Sun on the linoleum
Ice cubes under my feet
We were melting

Green against our reflection
Grass whistling a lullaby
Against the rise and fall
Your lips a sprig of mint

We owned nature
A moment captured
Smile exchanged that said
This defines us

Hands on my shoulders
Your face on my neck
Warm around me
Cloaked in our scent

*****
I live in my memories of Mike, sometimes. The mornings we would stand in front of the door of his apartment and look out on the fields - watching the deer graze - his arms around me and his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck.
All I have left are these memories -- and they feel so real to me. I can almost smell the freshness of the morning air - feel the dew on the door handle - like the scene is right in front of me and Mike is by my side.
What an amazing person to take away - I won't ever forget.