Not Yet

I don’t specifically mention him
His name
What he looks like
How he makes me feel
But I find myself uncomfortable
When your hugs linger a little longer

I drag myself to the edge of the bed
So as to not feel your breath on my skin
As it reminds me of his scent
I get lost gazing into the nothingness
Of what I had with him
You do notice, don’t you?

When I am quiet and I don’t talk about my day
When I just nod and smile as you blabber
You know, you know I listen to only bits of it
As my ears long for his voice to hit them
As I crave to know how his day went

I am with you and yet I am not
Not entirely
Like I’m not entirely away from him
I walk, almost unintentionally
On the road that leads to his place
And turn around halfway as I realise
I’m on the wrong route, for the hundredth time

I don’t specifically mention him
His name
What he looks like
How he makes me feel
But you know, don’t you?
That he is settled on my skin
And written all over me

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. This really hits the soul. I love it 😍

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    1. Thank you Lisa. Much love 😘😊

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  2. Andrea says:

    i love this so much, it feels so personal. love to see what you’ll write next!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much Andrea. I’m glad you liked it. ❤

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