I used to write about how long it had been since I left you
now baby it’s the 26th of the 12th; its been a year and I’m still dreaming about the way your hands fit perfectly into mine.
and I know its stupid but
these thoughts of you are the only ones which keep me sane.
I mean how can you forget someone whose touch feels like music; an orchestrated culmination of a melody that rests like an eagle soaring through great winds with little struggle.
how does one forget the way our bodies together became the ebullience of sound; feeling every vibration that transforms into a musical notation, and every note that turns into a harmonization; the effervescence of energy creating sparks between our cinnamon skin cells and us, watching as the glowing embers dance around us warming our souls
this could be the whiskey speaking but baby everything that you did wrong seems so right to me right now. this could be a quiet whisper of deception from my old friend nostalgia but you do still remind me of lazy Sundays, and rooftop brunches in Manhattan and crisp autumn mornings and train adventures and…
and we, maybe we were meant to be, maybe we weren’t
but from the moment I met you I knew that we were meant to experience each other.
experience both of our beings and fade in and out of each others,
and that’s what we did. And I guess, parts of you are still inside of me. Addicts take a drug and crave another. Perhaps that’s what’s happening here.
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