I think about you more than I should,
It's not good,
I tell myself, you are of my past,
A chapter that didn't last,
for reasons of our own decisions,
And even if I were to go back,
A blast from the past,
We are different people,
Our values haven't changed,
But enough time has where I've healed.
Yet, I wake up each morning, alone,
Craving to be known,
Remembering the feeling of intimacy,
Wrapped within a hug you used to give me,
I think about it almost as a directory
Toward the future person who may be right for me,
You made me feel held when the ground felt too dense,
Your arms secured around my body, protective, immense,
I still feel your grip when I think about it,
Canvassed on my skin like an imprint,
And I miss it, more than I want to admit,
Almost enough to reach out again,
open myself up to new rejection,
But you see, I have seen myself as healed,
From what you have taken,
So I won't reach out, even if a part of me will always want to,
I will hope to meet a new lover,
An equally full-body hugger,
Who wants to build a life together,
Has similar goals, and dreams, and sees a forever, with me,
Someone I feel safe wrapped up in their arms,
Like I remember feeling in yours,
it's been three years,
And you've disappeared,
But I find myself wishing on the hard days,
That I was the one still in your embrace.
About the Creator
Rilee Arey
I am a professional life romantizer, with a heart that feels everything deeply. I am a moment collector through words and the ways around us.


Comments (2)
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This is a lovely poem. Well done.