Seven

It’s been seven months since I’ve tasted the sweet embrace of your lips


But every time I lick mine, there’s still a hint of you there


It’s been six months since your hands have grazed my body


But I can still feel them upon me at my darkest of times


It’s been six months since I’ve been completely entranced by your aroma


But it’s the sweet scent that lingers with me everywhere I go


It’s been four months since you’ve last spoken to me


But I can still hear your voice during times of complete silence


It’s been two months since our eyes have last intertwined


But they’re all I see in my dreams


It’s been seven months since you’ve began to fall out of love with me


But it’s been zero days since I’ve stopped loving you