A Lover Semi-Forgotten

In all of the faces that pass by I see you.
The face of an old lover
The cliché of all.
In the boy speeding by on bicycle, eyes locked with mine as I drive by. The man on Saturday night jog, the girl huddled beneath sleeping bags on hard concrete- trying to keep warm against insulated brick of an old school building.
That old lover which breathes beneath my skin- The one shouting memories into my head. When I pass your old house where we used to dwell, that old lover won't keep still. Sending chills through my already aching body, forcing me to remember the days upon that porch and the nights spent  immured behind glass and wall.
I remember it well. Lovers held together beneath warm moonlight. Its soft rays illuminating through the grand window.
Yes, I remember it well ~ your touch. Taking me, commanding me, helping me. helping me more than you could have known. These nights we laid drenched in one another's embrace.
As I drove by the house I saw it all. Emotion, sensation flooding back in a wave. Memories of a lover that I'm not sure even exists.
But that night was real. Not a construct of vivid imagination. Those nights of love and sweet tenderness. Of lust~ Carnal embrace. Perhaps the remnants of a lie whispered into a yearning ear. In that moment, yes we were real.
Who is the lover that I see in the eyes of the bicyclist? In the beating chest of the late night runner. The girl spitting lyrics of power into a microphone.
Who is the lover?
Was it you?
No. It couldn't be. Because you weren't there.
The moment my clothes were picked up from the edge of your bed. The second I detangled my body from our love stained sheets- the lover in you expired.
Where were you?
You told me that night ~ with the moon as our friend ~ that night as the stars stained your skin with silver illumination, your chest heaving with sharp breath~ that for me you would do anything. Your eyes shone with conviction. A conviction I was forced to believe with my fingers caught in the silky folds of your hair.
The way your body spoke to me, echoing the promise of your words, I felt no other choice but to believe.
And what other choice could I have had? A lie whispered so sweet. Like the nectars of a honey suckle falling tenderly upon my ears. These words spoken in a moment so pure. A night so perfectly balanced with darkness and light.
No, in that moment there were no doubts. My breath matched yours as I pulled you back down.
But where are you now?
The next morning I lay naked in your bed I got up and straightened out my head. The shift had already begun. About this a thousand songs had been sung.
But with all of that conviction why shouldn't I have believed? After all these nights of making each other scream.
Now there was silence~ no more intimate violence. No more kisses nor scratches. Biting nor playing. Instead you looked at me as if you couldn't comprehend just what I was saying.
Your promise from the night before turned out to be not quite so pure.
No those words weren't true
Oh mr. "Kiki I will do anything for you."
Well where are you now as my world shatters apart?
No I won't play a victim. Pretend a broken heart.
In truth I am indifferent as this apathy takes hold.
It is more of the idea which is starting to grow cold.