Mondays and Wednesdays.
One day I will walk out that door and see your face again.
I will be simply filled by your smile.
And be treated to the drug that I receive from simply being around you.
You're intoxicating. But you're already aware of that.
I scan through pages hoping to get a glimpse of your life.
A life that I'm no longer a part of.
I feel like I'm constantly looking in through the glass of window that will never be open.
I notice random things, unimportant things to others, but were important to us.
An us that never really happened.
It was a the way the sun hit my hair.
A chill down my neck when I heard your voice.
The way sentences never were formed but thoughts were always made.
The extra minutes we took for an embrace.
Cigarettes being smoke on repeat to keep our hands moving.
The reason to shower, look in the mirror, all for a compliment we never had to say.
I will be simply filled by your smile.
And be treated to the drug that I receive from simply being around you.
You're intoxicating. But you're already aware of that.
I scan through pages hoping to get a glimpse of your life.
A life that I'm no longer a part of.
I feel like I'm constantly looking in through the glass of window that will never be open.
I notice random things, unimportant things to others, but were important to us.
An us that never really happened.
It was a the way the sun hit my hair.
A chill down my neck when I heard your voice.
The way sentences never were formed but thoughts were always made.
The extra minutes we took for an embrace.
Cigarettes being smoke on repeat to keep our hands moving.
The reason to shower, look in the mirror, all for a compliment we never had to say.