I once knew the touch of someone who loved me.
Now they hate me.
Every moment I remiss about their gentle touch
Their honey filled voice
How they were the only person I could cry to
The smell of their perfume.
Sometimes I even catch myself rereading the letter they send me a thousand times over.
I only wish things went a little differently.
Maybe if I told them how I felt a little sooner
but now it’s too late for that...
I’ll never forget her...
I’ll never forgive myself for how I treated her.