16th.

It was 12am, and the phone beeped out of the cold air in the night.

I took a glance at the notification popped out,

and for awhile, my heart stopped.

For awhile I haven't thought that this date

can be embedded

deep inside the core of my bruised and

scarred mind

a date that oddly enough,

would strech an unnoticable tilt of smile

onto my face.

As a slow, cold breeze blew

My clusters of memory seemed to shuffle in between them

Like a picture album

that holds firmly

our haven

our moments

our hope

our eternity.

So I seized the chance,

and stood by the wind,

to feel it twirling around my fingers

while whispering my feeling of missing you.

Missing the moments missing doing the popping sound missing your poking teeth your moles your hysterical laughter your grin your tattoos your scent your cruel sense of humor your bright eyes your soft hands your slender neck your hair your necklace your favorite sleeping position your grips your fear of cockaroaches your trembles towards moths your wide yawn your footprints on the car windshield your voicenotes of nagging and moaning your wide smile and sparks in your eyes when you wake up your everything

your never ending beauty.

And missing the moments of being the person who would

whisper

you

peace

when

you

shed

your

tears

in

grief

while

clenching

onto my body

and being the

healing

hand

on

your

rib.

The immortal flame of memories that can never be extinguished.

On this day,

this very day,

I begged the wind to wrap you and make you feel safe

and asked the flickering stars to watch over you.

While I will be here,

in my very own special way,

missing you.