This Weekend

Have you not loved me this long weekend?
Though you've touched such things as my love for you.
The tender kisses felt from such a friend
Do not speak love with words held to be true.
But you repeated love over and over again,
And held my heart in your rough, gorgeous lips.
Your eyes told stories of how you had been,
As how you'd changed ran paths along my hips.
Now, here I lie, feeling those paths still there;
Feeling how my lips tingle missing yours.
Placing your face into my vacant stare.
Remembering the way your soft skin lures.
You loved me so long, so honest, so true.
Proved to me by the you that is not you.