Home
The feel of your hair; dark, thick, coarser than mine, as it hung in loose curls far down your back.
Home
The richness in your skin that looked so beautiful and warm in all of its fawn-colored glory, an ode to your indigenous ancestors.
Home
The sharpness in your cheekbones, the thin point of your nose, the large, oval eyes with their umber irises that could see deep into your soul.
Home
Your smile. The smile that could light up a room and make all of my troubles melt away like ice cream on a blistering summer day.
Home
The deepness in your voice, thick and melodic, always knowing the right words to say to me to soothe my weary mind.
Home
Your laughter, a sound I miss deep in my heart; a sound I feel as though I have lost, like a dream I just can’t recall.
Home
The way you always smelled of Oil of Olay face lotion and Victoria’s Secret Heavenly, powerfully intoxicating, heady and sweet.
Home
Your slight stature, the way you felt so small when I hugged you, yet your hugs felt so strong and safe.
Home
The last phone call we shared, where we made plans to spend the day together and you laughed and we said “I love you”.
Home
You were my Home.
About the Creator
S Baumann
I love reading, being outdoors, and watching horror movies. I love anything scary or true crime. Sometimes it's the real monsters that are the scariest.
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