Kisses

I want to kiss you,

but only in the most

connotative way possible,

so that no dictionary definition

would stand a chance

to describe how your lungs

could be filled with the

sweetest air possible,

and yet you would still be

so breathless..

You.

I remember how it was.

How we were.

I remember how it felt, and how it feels.

I remember the passion.

I remember the late night drives, and midnight text conversations.

I remember the green snap backs

And the Taco Bell we never ate.

I remember the GTRs and the i8s.

I remember the Lotus.

I remember you.
I remember our week.

I remember us.

I could never forget.

And it hurts...

It hurts like hell...