Yesterday or a lifetime ago

The sweet smell of clean sheets and city lights illuminate the room. It is only the two of us. You lay back on the pillow and tell me stories of days gone by. I am wrapped in your shirt reveling in your voice and the smell of your skin. I tease I should steal your shirt, keep a part of you with me.

I know it's over, you do too. Clinging to the last few moments of "us." Back to the world, the ache and the world without eachother. We steal kisses over and over. Like teardrops, they land in a million scattered places. 

A bittersweet snapshot in time. 

Fast forward...: it's a lifetime ago. But I still search for your smell on my skin. Your kiss on my lips and wish I'd stolen that shirt. And when I feel weak is swallow hard and remember. You're out there; if I can survive letting you go I can survive anything and I smile. Why? Because I had something real. Beautiful raw and real. 

Wherever you are, I wish you joy and blessings and that you are soaring! And every time you wear that shirt remember me.....Cuz I never forgot you.

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