This paper note

Warm air flows over her body, but it's her smile that holds me. Quivering like a child, I need and want her. I try to replace and always land on my face. For her I would win or lose the race. Why cant she see, without her I can't be me, I can't be free. She once held me like a child, now that I have grown, I need her more. Never did her memory leave my mind. It may have fell behind the draws, but her smile has a empowering strength. I will not and cannot forget. Pictures and paper notes. This is only part of what I miss.