The smallest gust of wind,
Reminds me of your breath on my neck
As you quietly whispered
Promises for the night to come.
The faintest twinkle in the night's sky
Reminds me of you
And the twinkle in your eye
As you watch me across the room.
The quiet creak of a wooden door
Reminds me of the nights we snuck around
Promises being fulfilled. Appetites for pleasure satisfied.
A woman's heart content. A man's hunger caged.
A gentle cry at 2 am
Reminds me of what we created.
Even though you left
I still have a part of you in her.
The roughness of the man above me
Reminds me of money being made,
So your daughter can eat tomorrow morning.
He reminds me of you
And how you never cared.