Bits

I will remember 
bits of you 
your smell which
hangs in every 
room like evergreen 
at the holidays 
your taste which 
lingers like a 
gumdrop long dissolved 
your feel like 
silk in summer 
and flannel in 
fall and your 
touch light like 
a butterfly rough
like grit paper 
pleasing like a 
blanket pulled up 
to chin warding 
off chilly naps
these I will 
promise I will