An Old Lover

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

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