When You Think of Me

Remember what you gave up

ache so fiercely for my voice
that when even the lightest breeze
tickles your ear
hear it as me whispering your name
passionately, devotedly

yearn so deeply for my touch
that when even an innocuous lock of hair
skims your arm
perceive it as my fingertips grazing your skin
gently, lovingly

lust so hungrily for my embrace
that when even the sweet of honey
touches your tongue
remember it as my kiss caressing your lips
fervently, willingly

miss me so profoundly
that when even raindrops
wet your cheeks
feel them as tears of sorrow falling
desperately, hopelessly
for having let me go