the way we were

i sit on the split of the cushions of the couch

days before you were here

we were together as we had been

your lips touched mine in between conversations

your hands touched me with a hint of future love

footsteps touch the stairs outside

sounds of a heavy body sprint up the steps

i flip my head to the left

hoping there will be a knock at my door

i want you to be there on the other side

telling me how much i mean to you

but it’s not you

it’s never you

there is no real drama in this world

it’s all an illusion of the limelight

i think of you often

as the sun beams through the blinds

the scent of your cologne lingers on the pillows where your head had laid

i close my eyes to smell it

to remember the night

i miss the silver in your hair

before i cried on your chest