I listen to a slow song and it reminds me of you. I reminisce of all the moments we shared together. They were never long enough, but always strong. For the past week, I've been trying to understand why you have this effect on me. I can close my eyes and remember the exact colour of your eyes. It's the blue you see when you look up on a clear sunny day; there's such a subtle sparkle to them when you smile. Your hands look rough but then you stroked the back of my neck and I knew how gentle you were.
You don't smile as much as you should. That's what you told me. You told me you were working on it and I still believe you.
I'm still hanging on.