The way

The thought of you
with someone
else kills me inside
touching them the
way you touched me
looking at them the
way you used to look at me
kissing them the way
I want you to kiss me again
holding them so close
that they can hear your
heart beat the way I
desire to be close
to you again
laughing with you
the way you used to with me
and doing other stuff
with them that you
did not do with me
which I would have
let you explore and discover
things about me that
no one else would know