Your lips don't taste the same
I bet neither do mine
Your kiss used to leave behind the residual of your cherry lip bomb
And the pink smudges that came with it
Now all I find is the taste of flavorless lipstick
The kind that often prints itself on your teethYet your hands still know my body
And all the places it enjoys being touched
Your palms so familiar to the surface of my skin
Its like you already have the answer to a question that was never askedThe one thing
Never existing foreign to me
Is your voice
Its depth and tone
It plays differently in my ears
But still gives me that familiar warmth
Almost like a song that you used to listen to everyday
And years later you still remember the chorusWith all that unknown time between us
I can still see that's its you
Underneath all the moments that I wasn't there for
And below the surface of the person i'm now a stranger to
Nothing could erase the person I recall so vividly
The person i remember will never vanish from my mind
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Poems not done by a pOeT
PoésieI just write stuff everyday about the people in my life, experiences, and those feelings u can't explain out loud