The Ache

Longing for something that is gone.

The Ache

A dull ache. 

The spread of fire through the woods. 

Goosebumps from the wind. 

The memories of you 

Your laugh 

Your voice 

Your touch. 

Not new to me,

But so long from last

I forgot the way it feels. 

Your hand in mine

Me in your arms

A brush of a thigh

Your eyes meeting mine

Find mine. 

A dull ache that remains, 

but can never be satisfied.