A Long Ago November

I felt it.
The soft warmth,
a tickle
down my spine.
A memory
of your breath
whispering in my ear:
"Angel".

I felt it.
The pressure
of gentle
callused palm.
A memory
intertwined
your hand cradling mine,
"Always".

I felt it.
A blue gaze -
mysterious,
familiar.
A memory
of your eyes
once lost in our own time,
"Forever".

I felt it.
The smile
of peaceful
dreamings on.
A memory
finding you,
in star-crossed slumbering
"Together".

I felt you.
The warmth.
The pressure.
The gaze.
The smile.
Ghosts of once was,
now impressed
on a long ago
November.