I will remember the kisses. Our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything and how I offered you what was left of me. And I will remember our small room, the feel of you, the light in the window. Your records, my books, our morning coffee. Our noon our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping. The tiny flowing currents immediate and forever. Your leg my leg, your arm my arm. Your smile and the warmth of you, the one who made me laugh again.

- Charles Bukowski