Memories of a Couch.

This couch has seen
many people come and go
throughout the years
but I can't lie on it
with anyone quite like 
I could with you.

I was curled up to another
just the other day,
and the sun hit just right,
causing me to inhale sharply
when I looked down at him
and only saw your face.

Instead of his sleepy grin,
I saw you looking up at me,
smiling teasingly, as you
flashed me those damned
hipbones that you know
drive me crazy.

Instead of his eyes, 
gorgeous though they are,
your own brown ones
drilled into me, tear-filled,
as I tried to kiss them away,
putting off that last goodbye.

I couldn't look him
in the eye for an hour 
because you were all 
that I could think about
and my mouth didn't work.
You're still haunting me.


I really need a new couch..