Prompt: Day#2- December Homing
The sound of your voice
when you laughed, growled and cried
your peppermint flavored kisses
the smell of your skin
when you woke up in the morning
and before you fell asleep at night
fragile memories that I have stored on a shelf
that wobbles when the wind blows through our
covered with dust.
The sun tries to shine through the windows
but the cold always finds it’s way in.