Breathe me in

I miss the opportunities that you presented. Now every time I read your words, I remember the resentment I used to feel at the sound of your name. Blacktop breezes find their way to your face, and your smile is the same, but my pulse isn't racing like before. I know a touch might spark the thrill, but we keep our distance. Muted, but deeper, a dark river through my lungs, I remember. Eyes closed, the tender moments float their way to the top once in a while. I flirt with thoughts of another winter together, but I melt at the site of his face, and I know we're through. Light shakes itself, and the pieces drift into my corner. I love you both, but not the same, and none of this is yours. So many chances, what you have is yours to keep, but expect no more. My muse, eternal, but only in these vivid dreams.