The End

Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue but you seem to have re-written, the story of what was once you and me;

put as much distance as you can between then & now.

Your eyes, the smiles & the all that time spent together:

eventually the touch of all those memories will disappear & only the faintest trace will remain…

can believing a lie make it a truth? because I believe in the lie that you still love me too;

the heart beating beside me every night, that heart belongs to you.

Wherever we find ourselves next, whoever else you let into your bed,

the feeling is still in my chest.