dancing with your ghost

three.

"holding on too tight. head up in the clouds."

i look at our pictures everyday.

our pictures of us hugging,

holding hands,

and kissing.

my favorite thing.

our kisses.

you're lips were so soft.

it was like kissing a pillow.

i loved our kisses.

your kisses.

sometimes i get carried away.

i look at our pictures for hours.

my favorite one is us at dinner.

you were meeting my parents.

you were so nervous,

you kept squeezing my thigh.

the best feeling in the world.

you had said something funny,

like you always did.

we all laughed,

and we looked at each other.

and my mom snapped a picture of us.

our eyes sparkled with lust.

we loved each other.

or did we really?