All I remember from those days
Is the taste of salty pink lips,
The feeling of warm, tan skin,
The smell of his sharp aftershave,
The sound of his passionate, smooth voice,
The sight of deep blue eyes.
Now all that’s left is
The bitter taste from my last meal,
The tight feeling of my clothes on my skin,
The pungent smell of my vanilla perfume,
The piercing sound of my alarm clock every morning,
The sight of the blue sky,
The color of the eyes
Of the boy I once knew all too well.