Linger

It was the thought of them
It was what she remembered
young flesh, fresh

It was the thought of laughter
they once shared
silly sayings, tickling while
wrestling on the bed

It was the thought of two minds
always thinking about the other
two bodies caressing under stolen
covers

It is the thought of what was found
love that pierced soul , forever attached
even when most of it was ripped out
that small piece forever young like their love
and never growing old