I can't believe I still reminisce about you even though I am here with him in his house on his couch as he's kissing me, loving me I close my eyes and think of you that skin kissed by the sun eyes hid behind long lashes and those intertwining locks my hands used to get lost in I picture you loving me Your hands on my face his hands on my face as I look out the window I see your reflection pushing to the side that dark strand of hair that falls in the way of my eyes the one you used to play with when you were still mine and I was still yours I wonder if he knows that he is so different than what I need Short hair, dark eyes that lack the scar that yours has now I am here with him at his house on his couch and he's loving me as I'm loving you