Words by Angie Johnson (she/her)
I savour your name on my tongue still
My mouth salivates as I reminisce on the flavour of how it used to feel
The way it would wrap flawlessly around the individual letters
Like golden honey dripping down my throat
The taste is not as sweet as it once was
There's the presence of a tartness
Memories turned slightly sour
Your smell haunts me as the thought of an old friend would
Sneaking up my nose releasing a deja vu ache
Let me roll around in your sheets like a child in long grass
I want to walk home with a smile smacked to my face
Past the old church and the trees in cages
With you lingering off my neck once more
I've touched another body since yours
My fingers stuttered
Sparks of betrayal whistling in the tips
The landscape was different from the glorious terrain of your skin
I would have travelled over you till my legs gave out and buckled beneath me
My final resting place in your embrace
I look for your perfect face in every crowd and down every street
My eyes are becoming tired
Reruns of grey buildings and bland expressions
The world has lost its charm since you left me
Bruised on my bedroom floor
Can’t our eyes meet again through a coffee shop window?
And dance like birds of paradise
The way you said my name still echoes through my head
Leaving trails of clementine sweet kisses down my eardrums
The little gravel notes tickle my heartstrings
Like hearing a song for the first time
And knowing you’re never going to grow tired of it
The inflections of your voice in the strawberry blush of the evening sky