i cant help but feel the interruption of the brief memory,

the nostalgic sensation of the residue from what your gentle touch has left behind.

its very memory catalyzing my every reality.

it's transporting.

back into an implacable moment in time,

where our minds pleaded for the rotating axis of the earth to hold its ground.

and, in doing so

we could have sworn the sighs and synchronized breathing between the two of us,

melted and emulsified the atmosphere.

and in this moment, the brief memory of eachother,
left a permanent imprint on our

tangible recollections.