“Tell me, do you remember
the promises you made of forever?”
Do you remember my fingertips as they caressed your skin? Or the bite of my nails down your back? How about the brush of my lips against yours? Or when I gripped the back of your neck and threaded my fingers into your hair for a deeper taste? What about the nights we told stories, and laughed until dawn? Or the promises you made of forever? After all these nights sitting in silence, do you ever think about all we had, and everything we lost? Have you ever thought, just once, that maybe, I was the one that got away?
© Sarah Doughty
Was I the one
that got away?