Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue
but you seem to have re-written,
the story of what was once you and me;
put as much distance as you can
between then &
the smiles & the all that time spent together:
eventually the touch of all those memories
& only the faintest trace
can believing a lie make it a truth?
because I believe in the lie
that you still love me too;
the heart beating beside me every night,
that heart belongs to you.
Wherever we find ourselves next,
whoever else you let into your bed,
the feeling is still in my chest.