Sometimes

Sometimes, i wonder how we would make out to be. if we wasn't you and i. if the you in the we hadn't deceived and if i hadn't packed my bags and walked away. yet, sometimes i wish...i wish i could remember the aroma of your skin, the taste of your guilt on your kiss so delicately placed, so quiet and humble. Had you had a second thought on your indiscretion ...or were you scared of what you may discover. but you kept me alive did our lips faintly meet in the hopes of knowing you for the instant.

And sometimes i wonder if i were her, would i pack and walk away?