Inevitable Quotients

Take two steps forward, Do you remember what it feels like close again?

Little paper notes still lingering of your scent, old photographs reminding us of all the time we spent.
Wrapped up in hand-me-down quilts,I can hear your lungs expand with every breath that's spilt.
The funny things you said, all the times you made my cheeks turn a shade of red.
The way we make the same faces, think alike in all and any cases.
Hands held & never letting go, confused at what we do and do not know.
Still contemplating every single moment, still working out the quotients.

All I see is footprints now, And I'll ask one last time;;Do you feel close again?