Recovery

After Love

On our first date you told me about him. You told me about the love of your life.

When you first slept at my house you were hesitant. Later I figured out that he was the last person that touched you. You probably didn't want anyone to taint his fingertips out of your skin.

When I asked you to date me you didn't say no but you didn't say yes either. You probably spent a lot of time imagining those words coming out of his mouth.

When I first called you love, you couldn't even look at me. It took you two weeks to hear that word without making a funny face.

I'm not afraid of his ghost. It's just that sometimes I feel him between us.

Sometimes I see him in your eyes, sometimes I feel like you are going to say his name instead of mine.