Lovers of the night

I remember red cups, kisses on the neck and races.

I still know the colour of your eyes (brown) and the way you pronounced your R (like the purr of a cat), I know, I just know, that if I say your name you will come (“It’s a promise”) I still can see you with my eyes closed, the corner of your mouth, the little tap tap on your dance, the curvy long legs.

I see you in snip and pieces, and I miss you, I miss the probabilities and the chances, I miss every minute and second, and I am in pain from the years that started passing, I am mourning from an us that we didn’t have.

I am broken hearted because of you, but I wouldn’t change the seconds that you stole from my life if it meant loving you again.

T.A.