It's this long momentary pain
At the mention of his name
The way it rolls off the tongue like burnt platinum
It's that rapid wave, rush
Coming from lust, bound by touch
So grave and so wholesome
It's that bittersweet kind of frown-smile
That bades you with wanting for a while
That sends warm shivers and pink lipped whispers
In the crevices and through your veins
It's the "I'm happy that I got to feel
With every sense in every word"
And despite the fuzzy lucky memory
Some little part of you still hurts
I want that inner silence,
To be muted with his words
Sometimes even the fondest of histories
Can delve in deep
Grab hold your soul
Because even the sweetest parts of life
End on a sour note
