I remember your cologne and the way it made me feel.
I remember how the scent lingered for hours,
reminding me that I was yours;
that I had experienced some semblance of passion!
Fahrenheit…
as in one hundred degrees and rising!
I remember…
I remember sneaking home all those nights.
I remember the rampage dad went on when caught;
reminding me how cumbersome it was to have parents.
Too many years before adulthood and freedom.
Independence…
Three years and counting!
I remember…
I remember the first ring you gave me.
I remember how committed we were,
reminding me of all the years I spent chasing;
good fun-loving years, yearning…
love…
It’s all I really wanted.
I remember…
I remember the years of broken promises.
I remember the wasted youth,
reminding me how many nights were spend grounded;
just for a few extra moments with you.
Sacrifice…
morbid,I know,
but I remember…
©Daydreamer
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