It should have been you.

I still have an ember for you burning in me.

I closed my eyes as I felt his touch and imagined that it was you.

I felt the ember spark to life.

But his touch was not yours.

His mouth on mine was not yours.

My eyes flew open and a tear formed as I realized it was not you.

I wondered where you were at that moment.

Do you think of me,

or have you moved on.

I like to believe that you are just like me,

consumed with thoughts of us and what could have been.

It drives me mad that I cannot let you go.

Why do I still hang on

when my heart is still breaking?

Every love song that plays

brings back thoughts of you over and over again.

I replayed the last time I was in your arms,

how your kisses tasted,

remembered the last time I was in your bed and how it felt to fall asleep with you beside me.

I closed my eyes again as he caressed my body

and even though I was not alone I felt lonely.

It should have been you.