What it's like to Wander

Our love was a lost cause

I've been missing the way the tobacco
And black coffee made you smell so rough,
Yet your hands yielded to me
Missing the company of your smoke stained lips,
The way your calloused hands wrapped
Round my heart and calmed my fear.
I miss the warmth of those hands
Cupping my cheek, or
Caressing my waist,
I miss your voice, a soothing lull into
The darkness of the night, saying
There's no room for hatred as long as
you have me.
I was your sunflower.
I was the goddess of your nighttime retreats,
Where you come to find your inner peace,
Whether it be through lust or intimacy
Or just black coffee and a book.
I always had what you wanted,
Until you saw her, I thought I was yours
And you were mine. Turns out,
I was just yours, and you wanted more.
Grievances are hard to come by, for me,
But when it comes to you, I'll always have
a little piece of me saying,
"let him come home."