There are times when I can still feel your body hugging me close while I sleep. I can feel the ghost of your lips on my neck, my heart, and my forehead. When his hand wraps around my waist, I wish I could feel yours. But he gives me butterflies while you gave me heartache, he plans, and you were spontaneous. He and I can talk for hours while you and I held each other in silence. I miss you, and it hurts when I see you or when I speak your name. Deleting pictures was easy, but erasing our memories in photos does erase you from the stain you left on my heart.
Stain On My Heart
August 17, 2017