Sweet Sweet Memories. Poem by Brooke Hippie

How I miss the way his hand
Would fit perfectly

On the side of my face
And the way he looked

Standing in front of the sun
So it would silhouette his beautiful features

And I miss the butterflies
That would grow in my stomach

Every time we kissed
And I miss how I could write poetry

And love
And I miss the way his fingers,

Would push the golden flyaways out of my eyes
And I miss his strong hug

When his arms would wrap around my entire body
And I would look into his soft warm eyes

So deep and blue
And we could talk about everything

Anything
And I miss how his slightest touch would

Send chill bumps down half of my body
And the way he looked

Standing in the sun
With his long hair

And creative mind
And his aviators

I miss his letters and his calls
And how we would stay up until morning

Talking on the phone, expressing our endless love
For each other.

Now I have no more tears
And I miss the most

That unexplainable feeling
Just him and the security I felt knowing that
Someone loved me so much
For who I am
So different
No one will ever look at me that way again

And how