in this world
we see disease
we see hurricanes
we see famine
we see wars

in this world
we paint the sistine chapel
we split the atom
we go to the moon
we decode the dna

in this world
we face threats
we are resilient
we look at the stars
we search

then in this world
there are others
who write about their dates

his kisses will never compare to the feeling of
your
lips brushing against my skin while
your
hands tangle themselves in my hair.

my name will never roll off of his tongue like it rolls off of
yours
when my body is molded against
yours
in the dark.

his touch will not send shivers down my spine the way
yours
always does when my hand is held by
yours
as we walk.


i’ll never love him the way i loved                                                                  ­  
you...
the way I still love                                                                        ­                      
you.

  

maybe his love for me won’t fade away like                      
yours                                 ­                     
did after you met                                            
her...