Drifted

ots

There are several kisses left on my coffee table

 

The ones where you said I was all you needed

 

The sum of something new was overridden by my desires for you and that thought left me

 

The thought that you were capable of something else

 

Something other than what I usually was used to

 

But you did it before too

 

So why am I suddenly surprised that you did what was expected of you to do, potentially?

 

 

Something drifted

 

And now we are not one anymore