I remember
With a wistful mind
As waves of nostalgia
Caress my eyes
Your smile
How your teeth were
Perfectly straight
Too pretty to hide
Behind lips that told a story
Whether they parted
Your eyes
Big and brown
Beautiful
They told your litany
and bore into my soul
Every time you glanced my way
Your walk
Depending on your mood
Your shoulders back
Head held high
With the regality
of a King
You had all the time you needed
Regardless of your attendance in class
Your touch
Slow
Sensual
Spreading the tingles all over my body
Like clay,
I gave you the gift of manipulating me
Your kiss
Syrupy sweet
Passionate
Fiery
Like I was yours and yours only
Your voice
Deep
Commanding
Dripping
Oozing with manipulation
And lies
I remember with a wistful mind
And tears running down my eyes
How I walked out of your life
Buried myself under
The pain and strife
I was going through
I prejudged you
And you proved it to be true
I can't help but be disappointed
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