You will never, ever, see me again.
You will only see me in your imagination.
You will suffer as you start noticing
that the memories aren’t enough.
First the details will start to fade away.
Then you won’t remember my smell.
My look when I used to look at you
with all the love that no longer exists.
You will forget my touch,
you’ll just know that there was nothing warmer,
and that will pop your mind
everyone you touch another.
You’ll forget how it felt to sleep next to me,
with my hand in your face
and my head in your chest.
You’ll forget
the touch of my lips,
and it will feel like torture.
The colors of my eyes won’t be there anymore,
and you know it’s something that can only be seen in person,
and you know you can’t do that,
never, ever again.
The only thing that you’ll remember exactly
is how it felt, emotionally, to have me there.
That’s when you’ll realize
you will never, ever,
feel whole again.