the same old perspective

i am now sitting on your chair
knowing your presence has left a hole in the cushion
safely placed on the sitting edge
so that you felt home between my walls
i am now sitting on your chair
having the chilly breeze caress my neck
just like your finger lingered on it
shivers down my spine
making my whole body tremble
and sway me deeper with your charm
i am sitting on your chair
behind me, the window
smoking your cigarette
drinking your coffee
and I can see myself
over the table, just how infatuated I could be
I see myself madly in love watching you be
smoking your cigarette
how i miss watching your hand
draw circles in the air
with the red burning drug
those wonderful hands,
with the softest grip and toughest fondle
how I miss those hands
the way you leaned them on me
as if I were your burning cigarette
and oh, I were, so much, I were yours

and now I’m sitting on your chair
wishing it were you instead of me