LGBTQ+ Poem: Without, by River Skye

I can still feel your soft lips,
Guiding trails of shivers,
And soft words.

I can still hear you call my name.
Softly, still, and sound.
Your tongue speaks for me.

And when you taste me,
Do you taste our love that once was?
Or did you rekindle the fire that was inside you?

Does your heart still beat for me, I wonder?
Do you still of me when I’m gone?
Or am I a fleeting memory, a forlorn pleasure,
A thought alone in the depths of your mind?

Maybe you will see me and ponder,
About our unfortunate love.
A pact broken by silence,
And a misplaced heart.

Maybe you will see that I loved too,
Just not in your way.