His pictures

I see you everyday
As I look at the pictures of you
Pictures of your smile
Pictures of your eyes

Every time I look at them
I remember our past
Our past that shouldn’t be
Our past that shouldn’t have happened
A past forbidden to think of

Looking at them
I can still feel the kiss from your lips
The breeze from your breath
The intense touch
The touch of your hands

Though I put away the pictures
I seem to still crave for you
Crave for something
Something I want
Something I need
Something that can’t be
Something that’s forbidden