Remembering the Day

[Coreli]

I can still hear her voice,
though she is many miles away.
I can still feel her touch,
at the start of every day.

I taste her on my lips,
even though it's been so long.
I can still hear her voice,
How did it all go wrong?

Her smell still upon me,
the fragrance of morning rain.
Moments spent without her,
are moments spent in pain.

I try to imagine her hair,
falling across her face,
her eyes looking through me,
her skin as soft as lace.

But her image is slowly fading,
as the memory creeps away.
I'm left alone in silence,
remembering the day.