Remember

I remember the way your hand curled around​  the handle of a knife as if you were begging it to hold your hand back.
I remember the way your voice sounded; deep and course but your words spoke like a summer breeze.
I remember the way you dressed, you had a thing for buttons and sweaters.
The way you looked at me from across the room curios but patient like you were afraid to love.
The way you would stand behind me during a lecture as if you were begging to be closer.

The way you smiled and answered questions, the way you listened to music on your computer.

I remember how I wanted to be your friend but was to scared to try.

I remember you.