Time is moving so quickly now.

It’s been three weeks
and we haven’t breathed
a word to each other.
I wonder if you still think about me.


To be honest if I knew that opportunity to kiss you would’ve been our last
I would’ve kissed you
a thousand times.

I never gave you a birthday gift
and I’ll always feel guilty for that.

The way you present yourself now
makes me want
to throw a brick at you.
Or at least
build a brick wall between us
so I don’t have to witness it.
I’m sending you one giant “*******” laced with kisses and I hope you embrace it like an old friend.

I’ll always feel like I was once yours.
I’ll always be yours
as long as you’re always a part of me.
And you are.