On Days When I Miss the Taste of Your Skin

On Days When I Miss the Taste of Your Skin

There are days when I miss the taste of your skin 
the feeling of my nose on your nape 
the smell of your hair 
the electricity in your touch 
the look on your face 
as our bodies became one

I miss the light in your eyes 
when you smiled 

I miss the warmth of your skin 
on mine

I miss the idea of tomorrow 
always seemingly out of reach 
of our never-ending nights

I regret my part 
in breaking the vow we made

I regret the choices 
made without thinking
what they would cost you
what they would cost me
what they cost us

I mourn the ways 
we both lost sight of each other 
before we could find our way back

to the love
the vow
the promise
the safety
the dream

Not a day has passed
when I didn’t question 
every decision
every action
every moment I chose me over us

I miss the ache I felt 
whenever our paths would part

I miss the joy of your presence 
walking hand in hand 
or arm in arm 
through a crowded sidewalk 
or along empty streets

I will always miss you 
and the earthquake I felt 
on that very first date

I remain unmoored

The edges of losing you have softened 
but not the emptiness left in their wake

On days when I miss the taste of your skin 
I crawl back into mine 
and remember why I left