How strange

It’s strange isn’t it,

That even as time moves on —

And you start to forget their smell and the sound of their laugh the love stays in place like ‘I don’t love you anymore’ 

but I also love you just as I did the last day our hands touched. 

And you are a stranger now —

But I know your favorite color 

and the sound of your alarm. 

And every thought that’s kept you up late at night. 

I don’t know the person you are anymore. 

but I know the man you used to be. 

The one who loved late night drives and the taste of watermelon in your mouth.  Who drove with the windows down…

The one who swore he didn’t believe in soulmates but kissed me like he was trying to prove himself wrong. 

Our bodies may move on but I wonder if our minds ever do. 

Will I be in the kitchen with someone else making dinner for my children — 

Humming your favorite song while baking bread —

will I flinch when my husband calls my name like I’m waiting to hear it in your voice … instead?

will I wake up at 2am lying next to a man who gives me stability and wonder if I traded passion for peace?

Wonder if I let go of a fire that would have probably burned me to the ground … just to settle for warmth? 

Maybe one day I won’t wake up searching for something I lost a long time ago. 

but love is strange isn’t it?…

Because even as time moves on somethings never really leave…

I don’t love you anymore or maybe I’m just fooling myself — 

But I also love you just as much as I did the last day our hands touched.

and maybe just maybe 

that’s the strangest part of it all …