The Quiet

Sitting in the grass where we were sat,
outline of the blanket barely disappeared,
the light catches a smile,
at my expense.

Kisses,
fingers interlocked,
the touch of your skin,
just escapes my fingertips.

The river runs by,
softly as it goes,
a laugh echoes from your lips,
and it slowly fades away.

I've been sat here for hours,
after you left,
just thinking of how perfect,
our first date was.