Everything

Holding my hands

grabbing my wrist

interlocked fingers

opening my fist

pulling me close

touching my lips

not with his mouth

but with his finger tips

kissing my neck

curling my hair

looking at me

with that eyeful glare.

I was on my toes

to kiss back his forehead 

with my eyes closed

and face blushing red.

stars twinkled

birds whispered,

about us and our love,

which was unfiltered. 

i wanted that night

to be infinite 

when he was looking at me

and holding me tight.

we did not say a word

but we talked too much

his sight was singing,

poetry was his touch.

But everything ends

so did the night

we smiled at each other

and that smile was bright.

holding hands in streetlight

at the middle of night we walked.

this imprinted memory hurts me a bit.

as now its been an year since we talked.