Wrote this in my head on the way home from his house.

Arms that warmed me, will not warm me.
Hands that held mine, will not hold me.
Words that thrilled me, will cease to thrill me.
and the eyes that told me, have done finally.

Oh and the kisses.
The kisses.
on foreheads,
on lips, hips, tips
of you
on inner arm and inner thigh
on fingers and on minds
on you and on mine
between cheeks
between sheets
on buses
in rain
under bandstands
on trains
in "Paris"
and on the walk home
by the river
and everywhere in between.
when we wanted.

Kisses that fell on you. and on me. will no longer fall.