I'm not yours anymore,
pushed you away because I didn't feel worthy of your love but
my heart still skip beats like when
you miss a step on the stairs,
or you're driving too fast and
go over a bump in the road.
My fingers still fit in between the
spaces of yours, like thread
fits through the space in the needle.
My tongue still knows the way
your name rolls off it, as
easily as if I were saying my own.
My mind still takes me on a
rollercoaster of thoughts that
are made up of every image we
have, like when you look at a
photo album where, in every picture,
you're smiling with eyes full of love.
My lungs are full of your breath
when I open my mouth, like they
usually should be full of your own breath.
My lips don't close around the traces
of yours when I light up a cigarette,
but God I wish they did.
My waist is untouched, but your arms
used to wrap themselves around it.
I know I still love you, like when you
see old couples still together and in
love from years ago.
I know I would love to have the courage to tell you that
this was all a mistake, you're the only one for me,
we've intertwined ourselves so greatly that
I am you and you are me,
now you're gone, I can't breathe.
I know our names still cross the others mind
I know our hearts still hold a place for
each other, like reserving a table for two, for forever.

I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.