Drunk on gin and conversation, I slept with someone else last night
But in his bed I had to fight your name from my lips,
To remember that I was here, with him and not there, with you
And he was not you
He smelled like cologne instead of coffee and smoke, but he was kind
And he was not you
In the morning he wrapped me in his arms and called me beautiful
And he was not you
In my mind I felt you next to me and while he slept, I remembered
All those times I laid my palm on your chest and felt your voice rise up through my fingertips
So that the things you said to me wrote themselves into my flesh, leaving me with no chance to forget all these pieces you’ve left behind
Take them back, please
You haunt my body like a ghost
I taste you in my sleep
Every inch of me remembers you, my thighs still think that they are tender
With the bruises from your hips
My heart still thinks that it is broken
You’ve become a whole list of songs I can no longer listen to, the early morning sadness I sleep late to avoid
You’ve become a name in my phone I will never call, a conversation in my head we will never have
You’re just a cold place in my bed
Just the thing that he was not
You are gone
And someday I will forget you, too