Maybe the wind blew just soft enough

Maybe the wind blew just soft enough to remember someone I shared a part of myself with at one time.

It can be too easy to forget the playful moments but I want to remember

I want play and curiosity and exploration And I will remember I have lived because I have scarred and laughed and danced and cried. 

That time in your bed, drunk

Doing what boys and girls do

Me on top of you

Feeling so much power

Release,  you liked it when I lead

and later, way more innocent

after a few hours of sleeping

we went for a drive at 2 am

went to a drive thru

ordered donuts and a hamburger at 3am

and drove back to your home

back to your bed and we ate and cracked jokes and I thought,

maybe we were the best friends with benefits.

And that time you held my hand under the blanket

on the island while our two best friends who were also not lovers were next to us

there was a sweetness to it like ice cream, you knew you still had to wash it away.

It was not love, maybe it was better than love.

I never resented you like past lovers

Maybe because the pheromones were not right or maybe because you’re one of the good ones.