Mon, 05/08/2017 - 19:29 -- Miya189

                     And I see him in someone's sideways smirk,

                              someone's endless brown eyes,

                            someone's smile when they laugh.


         I see him in the room where we watched movies all night.

               I see him where we fought to the death at foosball.

                       I see him when I drive past the place

                                   where it happened.


                       I see him every time someone gets

                                     a little too close, 

                                      a little too fast.


              I see him when someone grabs my wrist and all I can do

                        is remember the way he help mine down.

       I see him when someone kisses me, and I can't breathe because

                                     what if they don't stop.

                                         What if I look up,

                              and it's those same brown eyes,

                       what if it's his hands holding me down,

                     what it it's his voice in my ear, whispering,

                                      "Don't you trust me?"


                       I see him every time I close my eyes.

         Around every corner,                        in every stranger,

         in faded memories                             with sharp edges. 

           And all I can do, is wonder how long it will be until

                    his touch,          his face,          his memory,

                             will finally fade from my life. 


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