Part of a poem I wrote about my ex, who was abusing drugs.
Brand New
And i miss when we stood close,
Me in your warm embrace,
And there were slight tickles,
Of the stubble on your face.
I remember falling asleep on you,
And I felt so safe there.
I would stay in you arms forever,
Because I know you wouldn’t care.
Were not broken up,
But I do miss you.
Who you are is not what you’ve been.
Today is never to late to be brand new.
(Source: secondstartothewrite)