Can you touch me and think of her?Can you let my words slip by as she whispers secrets into your ear?
Can you look at my face and see her eyes, even though mine are scarred and hers 20/20?
Can you hold my strong and stubborn body with your skin only remembering how her softness, her small bones and her tanned skin knitted with yours perfectly?
“You two are the same. Similar in so many ways. Differences only in looks.”
She is just past,
And I, the present.
But does it matter when the shadows are always there as long as the sun shines?
What is it like?
Pretending to love someone when dreaming of another.