I miss our early mornings
Our even later nights,
The laughs we shared under the sheets.
You wanted a love-letter romance.
You wanted to listen to the rain,
Dance to our promises
Barefoot in the kitchen.
You wanted a songwriter
To build rhythms to your heartbeat
Slowly, so slowly.
Sipping anticipation like tea
Gently, from big mugs
Waiting for it to burn,
In front of the fire you have not built,
In the home you do not yet have,
Laughing as the starlight
Kisses your face
And blisters your skin,
With the woman you never realized
Was me.
You wanted to hold your breath
Suspended in our eagerness.
You wanted sunsets to feel it all by
For time to wind in and out
Leaving us behind
Did we have Children?
I can’t seem to remember.
Where did you go again?
Or was it me who left?