unsent draft messages

To my left and right a blur of memories.
Your laughter; the glow of your cherry blossom skin that shimmers enviably in eternal sunshine.
The feather like touch of your angelic hands as they grasped mine.
The knowing that these will be mine to hold always.
A momentary warm feeling preceding the hollow hurt that predictably follows.
Grasping at memories only reaffirms how empty my world is without you my love.