Still, the Fragments Remain

There’s the sensation of whispered breaths
and someone’s flesh against me.
With my eyes closed,
I should be more concerned about who.
But I just let myself go
and get lost in the moment.
Falling, sinking, feeling
Her voice in my ear,
sending ripples, reverberating through my being.
There’s this profound effect
which used to take place
when she introduced her lips to mine,
too much time has passed to be sure of it.
Echoes of sweet whispers, haunting my brain.
Still, the fragments remain