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HOW IT FELT

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I just can't seem to forget how it felt. Getting swept off my feet, feeling as if my brain wasn't charging anymore.. That genuine hug of " am gonna miss you "
. when there was nothing to talk about at 2300 hrs but somehow we we're still up at midnight still texting... .
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I miss those days. I miss that feeling really.
When my heart literally skipped beats and that didn't even bother me at all. When I didn't want to wash a hoodie because I could still smell perfume on it..
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When going a few days without seeing you was the real pain .
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Those days are gone though, you are gone too.. Am not that guy no more,.. Am not sure I'll ever be that guy anyway...
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I just rewind the clock in my head, just to see how good it felt.. How happy I was..... And how good moments pass by quickly.
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Still very fresh, I could write a whole novel.
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I still remember how it felt.

© 2021 Amani Utembu

Comments

Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on July 01, 2021:

Liked the passion in this poem.

Pam Morris from Atlanta Georgia on June 27, 2021:

Lovely, as always, you share great Hub. I look forward to reading the next.

Doroo on June 26, 2021:

Amazing!!!

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 25, 2021:

Good write.

Those beginning moments are always the best.

That's where the magic happens, but then one changes.

I suppose he tires of the same old thing & wants a new shiny toy.

Only to realize he had what he wanted in the beginning.

Too late to touch now.

She's gone.

He only has memories.

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