He Was

With that look on his face
I couldn't help but smile.
The way he spoke, the way I felt,
I feel I could die.

His dreams mean so much to me
And now I've dashed them all away.
Didn't mean for it to happen,
But it happened just the same.

He'd whispered all his hopes to me
And I listened with attentive ears.
Swallowing all his tears,
A sweet taste that seemed to linger
Quite long for years.

I felt his pulse beneath soft skin
Warming touches that screamed out sin.
Never caring what all thought,
Just lying still along with him.

Within my arms his body thrilled,
Feeling things where all I willed.
Tasting dusk in ways we should.
In our arms, within our souls
Dreaming perfects lights,
Seeing world's along since dead.

He was, he is
A part of who I am,
Whether gone or near,
Drifting in my dreams.
Along with all my memories
Of sweeter summers, meant for we.