Reminders

By Judea Murphy

The way the sun warms my bare skin,

Reminds me of his touch against the palm of my hand,

The way the fresh air runs through my lungs,

Reminds me of the way I felt when I was with him,

The way of looking at myself in a mirror,

Reminds me of when he told me I was beautiful when I felt I wasn’t, The way raindrops hit the glass of my window,

Reminds me of my dream of dancing in the rain with him,

The waves of so many memories with him,

Reminds me of the things I cannot have at this moment in time,

Be still and remember that he’s just a reminder.