The Aftermath

The Aftermath was your voice in my ears. Your Smell on my Pillow. Your Books in my Room. Your Presence always with me. The Aftermath was that it was never really over. You were never really gone. And i was never really free. You linger in my life. I do not dare to tell you to leave. Because i dont know if I want you to. The Aftermath was me wondering. Wether you felt the same, or just wanted me to go. Do you still feel me all around. Because i Do. I feel you at the bench were we sat. At the places you touched me. But mostly i feel you where you kissed me. Because you did not just kiss me, no you kissed my soul. I feel you in our livingroom where we had out first kiss. I feel you in the park where we sat. And even though i am mad for what you did, I want you back in my life, I want the feeling of freedom that came with you. The feeling of us against the world. I would do it all again. just so you know..