I miss

I miss the walks in sepia light
Seeing my shoes when I giggle in shy
The tingling in my hands when
You touch them for the first time
That silence when we walk holding hands
The talk as we trying to escape from each other
But squeezing hands more together
The distance getting smaller
And cold lips in the winter
The pause as we let go
Trying to stay in this moment.

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Precious moments of all time. Better not to miss them in life.

[Coyote Poetry]

Gentle, worthwhile and wonderful use of words. I could feel the regret and the need in the words. Thank you Anatasija for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote