9/1/16
I remember the way love used to taste
Smoke from your lungs and cherries from your lips
I remember the way love used to sound
The flick of a lighter and lock of a door
I remember the way love used to look
Bright blue eyes in a pitch black room
I remember the way love used to feel
Your lips against my skin and my fingers in your hair
I remember the way love used to smell
Cigarette smoke and the burning of incense
