Your taste still lingers in my mouth.
your smell embedded in the bedsheets. that i forget you're gone.
but i remember. i remember all of it.
walking in and seeing you with someone else, touching them in ways you touched me.
kissing them the way you kissed me.
i thought it was our thing - love. i thought it was ours. but it wasn’t.
because you gave it to someone else, while i gave it to you.