I remember the way the wind blew your hair.
The curls that danced to music unheard.
I felt your skin on mine.  Silk on silk.
Need on flesh.
Love on hate.
Passions that made no sense at all.
But I was lost.  Lost to you and the way your lips kissed my skin.
Your distant memory lives strong here, inside of me.
All that need.
All that love.
All that hate.
All of you.
You were mine in moments stolen.
And your memory is unfailing.  You haunt my dreams still.
Lingering and watching my life roll on.
I'll see you again, I know.  But when I do-what type of chaos will the world see unfold?