You used to make me want to unleash my soul, strip myself naked with words.

Those times,
My face in the sun with the world of sea,
When I peeled off the first layer of armor with tears,
How your lips taught me poetry and made the sky fall,
Putting little yellow flowers in my hair,
Your stormy blue eyes and the grass beneath my feet,
Taking my tears and pain in the warmth of your mouth,
the map of your body,
the wind in my hair running down the beach,
Our words in the sand,
Your hands in my hair-on my neck- my naked back,
The piano writing melodies at night,
My skin burning where your touch fell,
My name on your tongue,
Everytime you laid your curiousness in me,
Looking over the edge of the mountain with the future between us,
The Matching of souls.

When the end comes so does the beginning, these memories are all we have left, how could you forget?