And what do you expect me
to say to you? That even though
you left me for someone else’s
touch, I am just supposed to
greet you with open arms,
and pretend that you never
told me that you never loved me?
Even if your favorite quality
about me is forgiveness, I can’t
see myself ever letting go
of the image of the look on your face
when you told me that all the time
we had spent together, was indeed
time that was wasted. I can’t shake
the feeling that I felt when you held me
for the last time, and told me
that I needed to make this moment last
because it would be the last memory
of us ever being able to feel
each others heartbeat beneath our skin.
Published on November 21, 2013 19:37