The Sound

There is a sound...

A sound I make

A sound I make when I think of you

When I remember

When I remember us

You and me

Together

A text

A word

Your voice

Your touch

Your kiss

When those things come to mind

I make a sound

A sound of .. pain

Anguish

Maybe even desperation

I know

it's not appealing

I can't help it

Can't stop it

I make the sound

when you come to mind

When I see your hand in mind

When I feel your fingers on my shoulder

When I look into your eyes

When I find myself inside you

There is a sound

I can't stop it

It's the sound of a memory

The pain of a loss

If but once I could feel your touch again

I'd make that sound

And smile