Nothing

Nothing Can replace The feeling of Their soft cheek Pressed against mine Our faces Puzzle pieces Laid out On a cosmic game table Nothing Can replace The good mornings and Good nights Tinted pink Like a ripe peach Resting on a summer beach Glistening Nothing Can replace The cold touch of concrete Pressed against our backs Staring into the distant sparkles Soft music taking us down A celestial river Nothing Can replace The times I lose myself In the deep coffee oceans Gleaming Under fairy lights Nothing Can replace Them.