{my memorable affection}

I can't seem to find this light of mine.

He was 6 foot 3,

With dark brown eyes.

His voice was deep,

Large enough to go off scale—

Though quiet,

Softened just enough at his own will.

And his smile,

Two dimples—

One at each side.

His lips stretched in the most gorgeous of ways,

Making him seem more like a lie.

His skin not too perfect,

Appearing more real,

Although no one would believe me

Creating more wounds to heal.

He'd carry me gently,

Lift me as if I were a feather

Of a bird too delicate

To fly through this Spring weather.

As a poet in Summer,

His words were sharp enough to kill.

But as time goes on

The listener would go weak—

To these poems made from silk.

I can't seem to find my light,

Or so I seem to say.

As time races forward,

I'm suddenly faced with another day.

A night without him

Means a night all alone—

Why won't my light come back to me?

Why won't he pick up the phone?

When it all rushes to me

I seem to lose sight.

Reality is a pain

All without my light.

I miss the days we'd run in the rain—

For our jackets our only shelter,

Laughter and giggles filling our lungs

From being under cold water.

I remember touching warm skin,

My hand reaches to his face

I wish I spent more time with him,

And regret only fills up this May.

I remember Autumn skies

Where leaves fell delicately—

On blonde strands.

Where I would lean forward,

And soft hair would touch this hand.

In the chilly Winter he'd wear a hat

Only exposing frozen ears,

Ones that would turn so red

To some things he used to hear.

I can't seem to find this light,

And after months of searching,

Confusion lightens up—

I've almost stopped sorrowful grieving.

My light will never come back

With handsome figure and love,

I hope you're doing alright

In the skies up above.

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