The Slow Burn

I do my best but i can’t remove her from my mind. Its been far too long to remember her face.  I remember her warmth pressing against me. I see her body wrapped around mine, keeping me grounded. I look up but i can’t see her face. Below her hair i see a blur. Her eyes and nose are blurred. The only thing i see clearly are her lips. They sit pink and perfect, I can remember how they felt and tasted. I can remember her smile but only a little bit. I see mostly that smirk of hers. All i have is that damn smirk. That smirk that when i would explain my troubles it would stare me in the face telling me to forget the problems and remember her. The smirk that would play jokes on me and remind me i was being a dork. That damn smirk that answered me when i wondered if these moments would ever last. I miss that god damn smirk.