Still Want You !

Midnight.
The city sleeps,
but I still can’t.

She’s lying next to me,
breathing softly,
her hand warm against mine.

But when I close my eyes,
all I see is you.

I don’t know how many years
it takes
to forget somebody’s scent.

I don’t know how many nights
it takes
for a body to forget
the hands it once knew best.

You have him.
I have her.

We have lives
we’re not supposed to break.

And still,
sometimes all it takes
is one song,
one place,
one familiar perfume in a crowd,

and you come back.

All of you.

Just like before.

Give me one night,
just one night.
Let everything return
that time took away.

Give me one night,
just one night.
For one moment,
be mine again.

I remember your eyes
when words weren’t needed.

I remember the silence
right before a kiss.

I remember the moment
the whole world disappeared
because you were so close
nothing else mattered.

Sometimes I wake up at night
and for one second
I think you’re beside me.

Like all I have to do
is reach out.

Like everything after us
was only a dream.

Then reality comes back.

Because she is here.

And somewhere else
you’re falling asleep
next to another man.

And maybe sometimes
you turn away from him.

Maybe you close your eyes
a little tighter.

Maybe for a few seconds
you come back to me too.

Give me one night,
just one night.
No questions,
no guilt,
no tomorrow.

Give me one night,
just one night.
Let my hands remember
what they never forgot.

Sometimes I imagine
we meet by accident.

A dark club.
Red lights.
Bass under our skin.

You’re there with him.
I’m there with her.

But then you look at me.

Just once.

And I know.

Because once
I knew every move you made.

I knew
when you were pretending to be calm.

I knew
when you wanted me closer.

And what scares me most
is knowing
I could probably still read you.

You leave first.

I follow a few minutes later.

The streets are wet with rain,
neon bleeding across the glass.

We don’t say a word.

Because if we started talking,
we might stop.

And in this fantasy,
I don’t want to stop.

I see a hotel room.

A locked door.

Silence.

Your breath.

My hands shaking,
not from fear,
but from how long
I’ve missed you.

You step closer.

I catch your scent.

The same one
I tried so hard to forget.

You look into my eyes.

And suddenly
there are no years between us.

No goodbye.

No him.

No her.

Only you.

Only me.

The way the night remembers us.

Give me one night,
just one night.
Let everything burn
that we’re not allowed to want.

Give me one night,
just one night.
Let time stop
between your breath and mine.

I wonder
if you still tremble the same way.

If you still close your eyes
when someone gets too close.

If your body
remembers me
better than it should.

Because mine remembers you.

Too well.

When I’m alone,
I go back to those moments.

Your lips.

Your voice.

That tension between us
before we even touched.

And then it all comes back.

The hunger.

The longing.

The heat.

That reckless need
to stop being reasonable
for one night.

To send one message:

“Come to me.”

Just two words.

And maybe sometimes
you hold your phone
and type my name too.

Maybe you write the message.

Maybe you delete it.

Maybe you’re afraid
of exactly what I’m afraid of.

That if we ever met again,
it wouldn’t end
with just talking.

Because you have him.

And I have her.

There are shared mornings.

Plans.

Pictures.

Things bought together.

Ordinary days.

People
who trust us.

And that’s why
it hurts the most.

Because I don’t miss
something I can simply take back.

I miss you
in a life
where I’m not supposed
to want you anymore.

Give me one night,
just one night.
Even if it only happens
inside my head.

Give me one night,
just one night.
Let there be no him
and no her.

Only you.

Only me.

And everything
we’ll never say out loud.

Because in the morning
I’ll be beside her again.

You’ll be beside him.

We’ll talk about ordinary things.

Drink coffee.

Make weekend plans.

Laugh.

Live.

And somewhere underneath it all
there’ll still be a night burning
that we never actually had.

Maybe that’s why
it feels so real.

Because it only exists
inside us.

In memory.

In desire.

In the one place
nobody else
can ever enter.

Give me one night,
just one night.

The one
we’re not allowed to have.

The one
we’ll never tell anyone about.

The one
we’d give everything for
in our weakest moment.

And the one
we’ll never give each other.