Some nights, other days

Some nights, other days

Some nights I think of you
and what we did on other nights.
Some nights I miss your touch
and how you felt on other nights.
Some nights I hunger for your body
and what it gave on other nights.
Some nights I shudder as my empty bed
reminds me of other nights.

Some days I walk happily alone
where we once walked on other days.
Some days I remember the savage fights
and your jealousy on other days.
Some days I recall the lying
and the bitterness on other days.
Some days I don't miss
what we had on other days.

Some days I think it's best we're apart,
but I think different on other nights.

(Copyright 2013 by Stephen B. Bagley. No copying without permission. Thank you for reading.)