Next Time

As you walk away from this life remember the very essence of me. Take with you all the things that you recognise from before, so that you may find me again. The exact colour of my eyes, as if choosing from a paint chart. The smell of my hair and the way it feels against your face as you kiss my neck. The sound of my voice, most notably my laugh; you will pick it out in a crowded room above the chatter of dinner guests and accompanying music. The feel of my hands upon your shoulders and the warmth of my breath as I whisper into your ear. The taste of me. The many tastes of me.  Wine, perfume, sex. Take with you all the things you can so they may serve as a map that will lead you back to me. Remember it all in bright, beautiful colours and vivid hallucinations as you slip further from me and into the space between then and now.  

Stay strong in the knowledge there will always be a next time. 

Until then, just meet me in your dreams.