Thoughts of old lovers rise like ghosts Slipping beneath my skin to burn Haunting whispers in my mind Keeping me from my sleep
Some lovers are only a memory written out so you don’t forget them even though you should. Others become shadows that haunt your mind, that you find creeping into your thoughts as you butter your toast or the moment you pull a beer out of the fridge. You didn’t think you had a reason to …
She missed holding hands the most. Watching the way the couple across from her pressed palm flush to palm, fingers entwined and connected brought forth a wave of such longing. Sucking in a breath she tried to look away from their public intimacy but found herself unable to do so. Their lips touching was at …