I still dream about you
Still smell the way your hair smells when I would
brush it back from your forehead
so I could look you straight in the eyes when
I loved you.
Can still feel the way
gently but firmly,
as if you were holding something precious but
across my abdomen
Still get butterflies
when I think that,
against all reality and hope
I’ve spotted you in a crowd.
Still think your name
in my head, before realizing you’re not mine
I still know the terrain of your chest,
better then any other surface in the world.
Still can feel the way you tense,
and your back arches slightly
as I slide my fingers under
the waist band of your jeans.
I know the shape of your lips better than
Can still feel exactly how our bodies fit
like puzzle pieces together.
still feel your weight pushing me down on the
as if no strength but that of the earths
gravitational pull could bring you
close enough to me,
just before I open my eyes,
when I’m just sleepy enough to
I still can’t wear some shirts, because they
are yours to take off.
Still can’t think your name without
being ripped apart.
Still can’t remember with out shaking.
And cannot cry without the
ghost of your fingers
catching my tears.
I can’t look at the stars
with out looking at you.
You’re in me still.
You’re around me still.
You are still the me I know.
I still love you,
yet my love is not mine to give,
nor do you want it.
I am whirlwinded and torn,
Yet the wind is speaking your name and
I can’t block it out.
I can’t stop my memory from going to
where it’s always gone.
All paths lead to you,
but you no longer
wait at the