Yet, you’re on my mind.
I think of your eyes,
cold, blue spheres
that took my
breath
away.
I think of how you spoke, like
every word mattered.
As if we only
had a brief
amount of
time.
I think of how your skin felt
pressed against mine,
how close we were
and yet how
truly far
apart.
I think of the time we spent
lying next to one another
in the darkness,
how content I
was in your
arms.
I think of how our lips met,
and how, if I had known
it would be our last,
I would have
kissed you
longer.
I think about the heartbreak
you purposely caused,
and still I wish you
were here so
I could
sleep.