I Am Drawing The Story Of How Hard We Tried

two days ago i woke up to the smell of last nights cigarettes and the overbearing humidity of the late morning sun.
i heard the hum of a lawnmower,
no, of the fan; and missed the cool air blowing on my face for a split second before it turned it's head.

i knew where i was, but i wanted to capture the moment in case i was still dreaming.
i didn't open my eyes.
i heard the bedroom door open and felt his shirt fall next to me on the bed.

he had to of been thinking the same thing when i opened my eye and looked up at him standing over me.
how good it was to wake up to his voice.

if he wasn't drunk would he really have lingered every touch so long?
or tell me he loved me like that..

im really sorry i still can't get over you.
but i just like you alot.