#YearningEchoes
My heart is aching, longing, yearning;
As my attention is being drawn,
To something I can't quite remember
Or put my finger on.

I sense it was exquisite.
I can recall its satisfaction.
I know it calmed my mind
And it required of me no action.
I can almost see it, almost touch it,
And feel its unique texture.
It was soft, and cool, firm and warm,
Well, I guess it was a mixture.
I haven't slept for days,
Haunted by the...