You, Me, Just Memories

This is an older one. Most of my poems are about people who are still in my life.

my hand in yours, forever entwined
our souls fit perfectly together
our love so incredibly pure and simple
like we were made only for each other, and no one else
your arms caressing me
keeping me warm, and safe from harm
asking what’s wrong when I look troubled
saying sorry when I'm frustrated
telling me it’s okay when I cry
laughing with me
smiling so perfectly
angle carved face.
All memories.
Wanting to resurface.