Melody and Memories

For a week,
I loved you in color.
And maybe, looking back on it,
it was “lusted”,
but regardless,
you kissed my smiling lips
without any pretenses.

And though we have grown apart
and though you have fallen
into another’s arms,
this doesn’t hurt the way it used to.

And everytime I hear a song that reminds me of you,
I’m biting my lip,
fighting a smile,
remembering the week where 
touch was normal
and I could be wanted (again)
because you had me seeing stars
and explosions of color. 


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