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I listen for the whisper of the winds

The last trace of him I can find

Myself thinking of his little gestures

Mannerisms

The way he was always

Laughing at my jokes

Even if they were not funny

His essence haunts me and

I can feel its presence

Wrapping his arms around me

And holding me closely

Protectively

I close my eyes and I see him

Standing there, staring at me

I can smell him

The natural fragrance of his beauty

His air of arrogance

I miss his laugh

And distant smile

I can feel his cold fingertips

Caressing gently, lovingly

I can picture those dark eyes

Hidden beneath those chocolate bangs

The image is fading fast

And I can't grasp it quick enough

It vanishes

But I still feel his aura

His soul was like the sky

Beautiful and colorful

It had its dark side, and had its rainy days

But after the storm came

The clearest, most wonderful rainbow

You could ever imagine

Came into view

I can hear his voice and

Feel his heartbeat

The voice calling out..

My name...

Somewhere in the distance

His heartbeat

Slow and steady

I can taste his lips

The cold passion that is

Us

The feeling of loneliness when he's not here

The feeling of warmth when he is

I can remember his body

Strong and gentle both

The graceful poise of his every motion

The liquid flow of his technique

So smooth and effortless

I can see his shy smile

And his glowing eyes

The dark eyes that hide his secrets

The sadness he hides within them

Is clearly visible to me

I open my eyes and breathe in the wind

Slowly and feel it whirl past me

The fleeting image of his physical body

Flickers once more to me

And disappears again

His whole being is all I care for

All the things I know...

Not just the physical

He goes deeper than that...

That's why..

I love..

Him.