your heart stopped answering mine when it calls

yet, somehow, they still beat in sync.

i long for the days when your kiss felt like kissing,

and i could for long feel it lingering still.

i ache for the days when your touch felt blistering,

and of you i could not get my fill.

we exist parallel to one another,

mirror the reflection of a rosy-tinted past,

at times i hear my head say, “why bother“,

but my soul screams, “without him, we won’t last”.