by TMRH

In this, I lock the time I spent
Gazing at your neck
(From behind.)
In this, I store the touch of your hand
Revealing your thoughts
(Held in mine.)
In this, I preserve an image of you
Dancing with your shoes untied
(Yet not falling.)
And in this, I keep a fleeting hue
Of your scent
When you bent
(Over to me)
Wish me goodnight
And smile.