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... .
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..
When going a few days without seeing you was the real pain .
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...
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.
Still very fresh, I could write a whole novel.
I still remember how it felt.
© 2021 Amani Utembu
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:
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 25, 2021:
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.
He only has memories.