I saw you with her and I wonder, could you feel my heart breaking? Could you hear it shatter on the floor? Could you smell the smoke from the fires destroying everything?
I kept my mouth shut and avoided your eye when we exchanged polite smiles. I know I have no excuse for jealousy, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still there. I just hope my skin isn’t as green as I feel.
Do you feel my mouth when you kiss her? No, I don’t really want to know. Please, don’t tell me.
All I know is that I still feel yours when my eyes close and then your arms are around me, hands in my hair. I feel your heartbeat against mine and your warmth against my skin.
I still feel you.
I (almost) wish you still felt me.