Once, now a memory

When I touched his hand it felt soft and warm.
It makes me feel like snuggling up in warm, fluffy blankets in a bed.
To not have him now, hurts my whole world.
When he was here, we never thought it would end.
The photo holds lots of memories.
Like the time it was his birthday and he came over to our house.
I baked a cheesecake.
It was hard work, but I did it and it went well.
Cooking was something we shared.
He loved riding.
It was his passion.
He would wake up on a Sunday morning and go for a ride.
Afterwards, we would meet him at Redog for a smoothie.
But now they are just memories.