I can’t taste you on my lips anymore, your voice just a whisper now. A memory of a lover lost.
It is late; I am awake again, thinking of you, longing for you again.
For your touch
Your breath on my neck
Your smile, your musings
The way you make me laugh
Your kiss
They way you make me feel when I am with you
But you don’t know how I want you, how I ache for your touch again. I can’t bring myself to tell you, and you wouldn’t care if I did. You are consumed with her and not me. You don’t even remember me.
I’m over it.
