The Missing (title requirements suck)

Trapped inside the echo
Of distant memories
Reverberating through my soul
Until they’re all that I can see

The places walked hand in hand
The tables where we sat
The late night talks, and moonlit walks
They way we once had laughed

The way your hand felt in mine
The softness of your lips
The way upon my back
You ran your fingertips

~The Snowdog