it was his voice
it was his mouth
it was his lips
not
in his eyes
just
in his words
just
in his kiss
it wasn’t him
it was his laugh
it was his teeth
it was his tongue
cuz he was young…
it was his speech
it was his shirt
it was his jeans
it was his scent
he wasn’t rude
he wasn’t mean
but
it wasn’t meant
it wasn’t him
it was just me
he wasn’t it