I take this peice of you, I'll carry it to my grave

It's almost one a.m on a Sunday morning,
  I cant sleep on nights like these.
    All I can do is think of you.

I lay here dissecting memories,
  struggling to remember every moment I spent with you on that day all that time ago.
    I ask myself, "has it really been five months..?"

I remember walking through the park that day,
  the awkward silence between us was almost to much to bare.
    Until that simple kiss showed me I wasn't the only one with thoughts of "us" still on their mind.

Trying to remember the feeling of my body held firmly against yours, our hips pressed perfectly against one another,
  your fingers tangled in my hair and your breath warm and heavy on my collar bone,
      as my heart pounded against my ribcage harder with every beat.

These memory's are hazy,
  but I remember how I felt when I was with you,
    & not one night since then have I felt at home.

I want to relive that night,
  I want to feel again; I just want to feel alive.
    My hearts only still beating with hopes of you.