My fingers have traced the <br />outline of his face to remember <br />every inch for the time we are <br />apart my fingers will <br />remember the feeling of his skin, <br />remember the shape of his face, <br />remember the shape and size of his lips. <br />My fingers remember in the dark <br />after I can no longer see <br />the image of his face in my mind <br />my fingers remember.<br /><br />to those who wonder what life is about<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-fingers/
