Memories recorded by the mind loop around,
Longing for the true flutter of the heart when a hug lingers,
Fingers peeling away slowly drifting over the small of your back,
Glancing shyly in your eyes.
But wait– This description, this depiction is incomplete.
As it shifts through retelling your eyes fade from blue to brown
the touch hovers one second less
and the flutters fade.
I cannot feel the moment I fell in love with you.
I can only feel nostalgia for an evanescent thought that will one day too drift away.