Could have been

My fingers slowly running through your hair

It’s soft; it’s a reminder of what we used to be

My ears bit by bit copulating with the sound of your voice

It’s painful; like what we used to be

My hands carefully reaching for yours

There are gaps; just like what we used to be

My eyes gently caressing the tiny blemishes on your cheeks

It’s romantic; just like what we used to be

My chest desperately feeling the warmth of your skin

It’s jagged; just like what we used to be

My feet gradually resisting the urge to come to you,

It’s anticipative; just like what we used to be

My lungs unknowingly breathing the air you breathe

It’s suffocating; just like what we used to be

These are mere memories I have of you

Memories that will say you weren’t just an illusion

Memories that will keep me warm each night

Memories that will remind me of what we could have been.