Chapter Eighty

NO. 29


I can’t shake this feeling that we’re not finished.


If we were finished,

I wouldn’t see your face in my dreams


If we were finished,

Every person wouldn’t sound like you


If we were finished,

I wouldn’t smell you every where I go


If we were finished,

Your taste wouldn’t be on my tongue


If we were finished,

I wouldn’t remember how your lips feel pressed against mine


If we were finished,

You wouldn’t care how much I love you


If we were finished,

The pain of you not being here wouldn’t hurt this much


If we were finished,

I could walk away and never look back


But we’re not finished