I know the simplicity
Of walking down a dirt road,
The smell of the air opening your lungs,
Your hand in his.

I know the agony
Of parting after dark,
Your lips shaking from that last kiss
You so dearly wanted to hold forever.

I know the trembling
Of skin that is cold,
Waiting for his jacket to swoop over you,
And bury you in it's scent.

I know the fire
Of a heart and mind,
When you see him holding
Another in his arms, genuinely.

I know the beat,
Of his favorite song,
Which I hated when I first heard.
My opinion has changed, because it is a reminder of you.

I know the vibration,
Of his Adam's apple,
When he speaks the words
"I love you," calm and tenderly.

I thought I knew the person
That I thought you were.