Time

Do you remember when we were new? You were scared all the time. Of me! I thought you were so amazing. Didn't really have time for it, but I figured I went looking for it so I should make time. You would wait for me, downstairs at QV1. I would be late, always, but when I saw your face time started again. You were so good to me. Seems so long ago somedays. Otherdays, it is yesterday and I can still hear your boyish charm, telling me about a promotion, still feel your arms around my waist and breath on my neck when I made you go to that lacklustre exhibition. I can still feel you trying to untie my dress, when we had only kissed the day before. I remember saying no. Feels like a million years ago hey.