We never really get over our first big heartbreak do we?
Somewhere, somehow he seems to always lurk in the shadows
of our consciousness. A knot in the stomach, an ache in
the heart, and at times,
a comforting reminder of what you have now...
A movie plot, a resemblance, a song ...
and you are yet reminded again of his warm sweaty embraces,
the crispness of his stached shirt, his lingering aftershave
after a long day at work and his forceful kisses which betrays
his passion under the nonchalant exterior.
But most of all, it was the memories of those eyes forever seared
in my mind.
Beautiful but so sad.
Illuminated barely by the tealight above the stereo..
A year since we parted ways.
I'm content with where I am now.
I wonder how he is ...