What Does This Make Us?

I miss you And I try and try to move on I kiss him It isn’t you His hands grasp at my hair I wish it were you He touches my skin, whispers in my ear I taste your name, I smell your smile He says “I love you” I whisper “you never will” He takes my hand I remember yours He says my name I fight back yours He begs me to stay I want to run to you His eyes are small and dark I see your warm kind eyes He holds me close I close my eyes and imagine He asks “what does this make us?” I hold you in my mind He traces lines down my stomach I whimper, “Nothing. This makes us nothing.”