I remember being next to you
No matter which one was you
The lights were dim and we were close
I remember being next to you

It was late and warm, there was rain on the windows
It was a new feeling because you weren’t him
It was an old feeling because I’ve been here before
I remember being next to you

I remember the first time you touched me
A sly smile because we’ve both been waiting
Each one soft and then surprising
Uniquely
I remember being next to you

I had the giddiness of a small child
Barely able to get out my words before laughing with nerves
A silliness that only presents itself in new situations
A wittiness that is limited time only
I remember being next to you

But it wasn’t him
With him there was winter
And the walls were white because of the sun and the snow
And we weren’t in a bed or lying on the floor
We were on the couch and we always woke up too early
His eggs were cooked in oil and it always left a crispy rim
I didn’t like it all that much but it was familiar
The shower was always cold and the walls were in need of washing
He’d then kiss me romantically but there was never enough room
We’d end up laughing for the attempt at trying to be ****

Busy, busy, we were always busy
There was an innocent bitterness under my breath
Upset because he did not cancel the day’s priorities
Always feeling like we never had enough time
Yet remembering my time with him the most
Remembering my being next to him