He was dear to my heart

He was dear to my heart,
he was dear to my soul.
Every night I closed my eyes thinking of him.

I imagined his lips touching my skin,
I felt his hands , though he was miles away.

His voice was constantly in my head.
His smile was lighing my way in life.

Days have passed , weeks , some months.

I still think of him.
But as about one of my previous loves.