The mist of what was still remains.
I smell you in the air.
You remain.
We, never should have been.
But I still feel you when I lie down at dusk
I run my hand over the place where you would lay, seeing your chest breathing in that air.
The air I still feel.
We, should have never been.
Doomed from the first hello.
From the nervous glance over the table at dinner.
From the first heady embrace.
No.
I still smell the heat of your neck.
Please don't fade.
We were doomed from the first pull of my breath from your kiss. Inhale.
Doomed.
I exhale regretfully. I don't wanna let it go.
But I still feel you.
My skin doesn't want to feel you fade.
My eyes are glassy with tears, flooding the windows of my soul you looked into so easily.
As my lids close, and I feel the tears fall,
I wrap my arms around myself, and rock,
Pretending we're dancing in this mist.
My heart is fighting the fade.
I know I shouldn't pretend.
I know we should have never been.
But if reality wouldnt mind,
I just want to dance with you.
One
Last
Time.