I remember him…
Not by his touch or scent
just a memory or two that resurfaces
now and again
He was a lover and a terrible friend
However, would hold me when the days seemed long
Would rewatch my favourite TV shows
Spend the night playing with my hair
or play a sound to help me fall asleep
At times he’d wake up and make me breakfast in bed
I remember him
He didn’t love me
and would lie to keep up dirty habits
just to keep me from moving on
He was a lover
and when he left
I had no losses to cut
but no man has done the things he used too
A lover and a terrible friend
J. Saunders
