I miss your catching your eyes,
staring at mine.
That crescent shape your lips make,
when I pass by.
How you say my name,
over and over again.
As if it was the last time.
Now, I can only look back
to these moments.
Because now,
you're catching her eyes,
you smile when she passes by,
you say her name over and over again,
as if it was the last time.
Same as you did,
when you were mine.
That is if,
you were actually,
really once mine.
YOU ARE READING
We're Luminescent
PoetryThese are the words that never came out of my lips--the words I've left unsaid. For you are my poetry, and I can only hope you know. Back in time, when we we're luminescent, or so I thought.
