warm honey ▸ poetry

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It's been about a year, but I remember like it happened yesterday.
I remember the quick apology that slipped off your tongue.
I remember the way your hand cupped the back of my neck.
I remember the way your lips felt on the top of my head and how they lingered there for just a second too short.
I remember the way my friends laughed as my face turned a darker red than the blood in my veins.
To this day, I still remember.
And to this day, I still miss you.