Almost Relationship

The Almost Relationship

He held my hand,

Remembering the softness of hers

He kissed me on the cheeks,

Wishing he could've given her that instead

His lips met mine,

He starts missing the taste of his lover

He held me in his embrace,

Looking for her warmth instead of mine

He looked me in the eyes,

Finding parts of her in them

He brushed my hair aside,

Remembering how he used to do the same for her

But I am not her.

I am not that person.

I am not that girl.

I am not the one he loves.

I am only a shadow he sees past instead of through.

I could never be her.

So I left,

with all the love I could have given that he yearns

from her,

but never from me.