A week ago you were kissing my neck
All the way down to my *******
Your kiss was stopping my heart
Or was that the happiness that I felt
A week ago we sat in serene silence while your hand stroked my soft palm.
A week ago you left a flowering bruise on my pale orchid skin.
You told me how much you adored me, how you were so thrilled to have me.

I was so content, content with you being mine. I don't believe in making an individual your source of true happiness, but you know what you locked that singular puzzle piece in my heart.  I've seen to lost that one puzzle piece.

Because a week ago we couldn't keep our eyes off one another.
Now I'm struggling to maintain my balance as I teeter on the ledge again.

Because a week ago I had a best friend
Now you're just an everlasting memory.