“I couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it…”
Sometimes the words you used to say find themselves in the lyrics of songs we’d play when we made love. Now these memories are bittersweet and haunting, making their way into moments when I’m trying to forget you the most. And I almost feel bad for him when he takes credit for the pleasure he thinks he sees in my smile. I could lay in his arms the countless hours of a lifetime reminiscent of your touch, nostalgic for your taste. So long as I am consumed in your memory, I am content with your absence.