I have longed for something written by your hand, knowing your skin brushed against the page ~ perhaps carrying even the most subtle hint of your scent.
I have longed to hold a piece of your heart in my hands, gently clutching it to my breast in a moment of loneliness.
How lovely would be more than one, bound together with a satin ribbon, to be tucked in a secret drawer or under my pillow as I slept.
A piece of you…no one could take from me. A remembrance of your Love, mine to keep.