Nostalgia

remeber when we met

the short path we have come
I can't believe it yet
look how close we become

how did you even got in?
I'm getting used to this
there's a lot I will miss
if an end comes to this

your smell over my skin
those lips and how we kiss
that touch under my blouse
chills running down my spine

light taste of cigarrette
my loved silhouette
around my mother's house
able to call you mine

                                                
                                                       Ana D.