I’m missing how it used to be
How you’d seek me out like a little puppy
The sparks flying between us like fireworks
Anticipation building as we engaged in conversation

Then it finally happened on a steamy summer night
The curiosity we had about our bedroom manners
Discovered in an instant moment of gratification
Our bodies tangled as mouths and tongues tasted one another

But as expected things fall apart
We’ve slowly morphed into distant acquaintances
You pay me a visit only when you need to vent
As I listen in silence about the woman you love and hate

Laying wide awake in my bed
Thoughts of you take me over
Pleasing myself at the thought of your mouth
Gifting wet kisses to that sweet spot

You can’t deliver your message to my face
That this short lived connection was just that
Ceasing your exploration of me and my body
Our association has reached its final stop

Quite ironic how I peg the different states in my life against the day that you were no more.

I had been disillusioned by the various moving parts of life only to recently realize that my admiration for you was the only thing that stayed. I left, despite my plea, thinking that it would be best for both of us. I don't regret doing so, because I know that we are both benefiting from this decision.

I, however, still wonder if the future still holds something interesting for us. Friendship? Lovers? I don't know. I am tempted to check up on you, to find the individual that I once knew and loved. But for the very same reason, I still believe that it won't be best for us. I patiently wait for the moment when this won't be the case. If the stars align just right, with the Good Lord smiling on us, perhaps
we can revisit the stage we once knew.

You were a delight and sadly, our love was shortlived.

I guess some people are just too amazing to live what’s considered a full life.
Maybe even God gets too jealous to handle the truth.
It cannot be denied that some people who were taken,
Shouldn't have been taken away.

Some people get stolen right away from us.
Leaving us feeling like they've literally been torn from our grasp.
Without them we’re a glass half empty.
We don’t want to say half full because it’s not at all happy.