Letting Go

I don’t know why I can’t let go.
Months have passed; much has gone by.
We ended, tried again, and failed,
And yet you still occupy my thoughts.
Sometimes when I sleep, I dream of you.
Sometimes when I play, I pretend it’s you
Touching me, stroking me, bringing me to the edge.
And when I come, I cry out your name.
In my mind, I still feel your lips on mine,
Your hands caressing me,
Your cock entering, stretching me.
In my mind, I still taste you,
The texture of your shaft in my mouth,
The salty sweetness of your cum.
In my mind, I still feel
The feelings for you that I would never name.
The feelings that still fill my mind and heart,
And keep me holding onto the thought of you.
So much for letting go.