you linger in the folds of my memory
like the scent of rain on dry earth
intense
fleeting
yet eternal
your touch a whisper against my skin
echoes in the quiet of my solitude
where warmth and longing entwine
and even now
I taste the syllables of your laughter
a sweetness I can’t name
but ache to savor again
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
lovely
Thank you love ❤️
“I taste the syllables of your laughter.” YES please! I LOVE that line! 👏😁
Yes, me too! Gosh, me too! 🙂
❤️🙂
i was missing you here Jennifer! so happy to read your words again! Mike
Awww, thank you, Michael. You’re so sweet!