I saw how he kissed her hand
And it just brought me back
To the vivid memories of you and me
Memories of your soft lips pressed against me
The way you would sit and stare before leaning in
Your hand tilting my chin up
My lips parallel to yours
Eyes closed as time would stop for just a moment
I saw how he looked at her
And thought of you
And the many times I’d find you staring at me through a crowd
Or the way your eyes lit up whenever you saw me
Or the moments you took your time to study me
My expressions
My edges
My curves
My personality
Studying me left to right
Before saying just how beautiful I was
I saw the way he showed he loved her
And it took me back to you
To us
Back to the days of sweet embrace
Where you’d twirl me in the street under the moonlight
Or how every one of your fingers had to be perfectly intertwined with mine
Moments of you slowly wrapping your arms around my waist from behind
Resting your head on my shoulder
The moment of teasing and messing around
Laughing 'til our stomachs hurt
Moments where we ruled the world because we had each other
I saw how they were
And thought of us.
About the Creator
Johnae Rose
The story of a writer is always one of emotion..
Everyone has a muse
Mine's you.. and you're the reason I write.
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