It’s an adjective,
it’s a boy,
it’s a love.
His scent
hits my nose
and then disappears.
The hands,
the body,
the fingers interweaved with mine.
Hearing the name,
feeling it,
makes my heart beat.
It’s the touch,
it’s the smile,
it’s the missed love.
His eyes
burned my skin
and left an irreparable scar.