The last time we met. I thought I hugged you tight,
Somehow it seems less now, Stars suddenly dim making the moon restless.
Hard to breathe, harder to pretend. Pretence, because normal is non existent Pretence, because my happiness, chose you over me I thought I kissed you enough,
that the world would explode, if we did some more, I wish I had rather let the world explode, for every night, my heart busts aches with regret. The last time we met, I pulled you closer
Hoping to catch your scent, snugly tucked, safely stored guarded, in my memory.
That's all there is now, a mild scent as evidence reminding things, for how it used to be.