For 116 days you
occupied my heart and
most of my thoughts.
My skin was branded
when you left on day 83.
Every familiar sight, sound,
touch, smell, taste reminded
me of you...
Last night (day 117),
I kissed someone new,
and none of him
reminded me of you.
I let his hands wander,
let him steal my
breathe, but
not my heart.
Today I set my calendar
back to day 1.
My days belong to me.
I am free of you,
and I miss the feeling
of missing you...
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
For 116 days you
occupied my heart and
most of my thoughts.
My skin was branded
when you left on day 83.
Every familiar sight, sound,
touch, smell, taste reminded
me of you...
Last night (day 117),
I kissed someone new,
and none of him
reminded me of you.
I let his hands wander,
let him steal my
breathe, but
not my heart.
Today I set my calendar
back to day 1.
My days belong to me.
I am free of you,
and I miss the feeling
of missing you...
