Sometimes I miss it all right.

Some things shouldn't ever be forgotten, like a lover's touch, or a lover's kiss. Or the way their breath falls in and out of their mouth like a psalm, the way their laughter becomes your gospel, the way their skin becomes your testaments. The way their eyes become your heaven and their mouth becomes your hell, the way your altars become lips and wrists and how you get used to praying on your knees.