The back and forth banter of denied emotions

Glimpses of innocence amidst true passion

A raw ache for true love to quench the thirst

But then the cutting words I’ll hear no more.

Tears suddenly stream like rivers raging in a storm

Memories brought on from moments before

These words now ring in my own ears, the same voice

Staring at the words, running my fingers over them

The same way we ran our fingers over each other

Tracing the outline of the words the way I traced the shape of his body

But now feeling the cold paper and ink beneath them

Never to hear those words again from his lips, “see how good we are together”.