“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of

me,

and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents

immediate and forever

your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth

of you

who made me laugh

again.”

― Charles Bukowski