There are so many things that remind me of you, perhaps the fragrance of a breeze, the melody of a song, or maybe just the wind blowing through the trees.
Sometimes I think midnight reminds me most of you lonely and alone, sometimes even strange.
Sometimes when we're sitting in the darkness, you seem so different, so quiet, so mysterious, or perhaps it's just the stillness of the night that makes you seem so sad.
The only light is the glow of two cigarettes and the only sounds are that of our breathing, knowing words between lovers are only important after love is lived and died, we remain silent.
And then that touch that knowing touch that breaks the loneliness and lights the room like day, makes it all worth while.
