Sensory

I don't remember you,

But I've memorized your touch;

How your skin felt on mine.

I can smell your morning coffee

And your aftershave,

But I don't remember you

Or how you looked at me.

I remember the butterflies

That fluttered violently.

I walk down the streets and the alleyways

And I hear your music play

And your hums, they float up in the air

Always a few beats behind

I don't really know how else to say

I dont miss you,

But the things you do

That somehow found their way into me

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

Love the title...you have a way of taking distinct personal sentiments and making them relateable to a lot of readers...well done :)

[Simon Welsh]

Awhhh. This is really sad. Those last three lines.. wow.

[Tai Ryens]

This was not written about a lover, was it? It reeks of love, but not infatuation.
Anywho, your memories shimmer brightly, despite the lack of a person within the memory. You speak your mind affectionately, well done.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

What an exquisitely beautiful way to say it! "I'm not sorry your gone but I do miss some of those things you did." Yes, those affections we ply upon our friends and companions; in the hope that such nurturing will bear the fruit of true love. But, even a dead garden can retain a certain beauty and memory of the lush bounty of its season; as you have written so well in this piece, Kristin. Nicely done! :)

[plainme]

very enjoyable poem to read, calm and gentle for a sunday morning. The memory of a man, who used to be a lover, and now is a complete different person still runs around in your head. It's more the moment that's being missed than the person himself, right? I like how it flows and the poems really perfect for a sleepy morning, well done!