touch. breathe. kiss. touch.

our hands.
his hands.
the foggy scent
of your romantic farewell
remains.

our breath.
your breath.
I feel the trace
of goosebumps where you
left.

your words.
my words escaped.
I watch as the dream
faded and fell upon itself;
black hole.

his lips.
the kiss.
gentle, searching, yearning,
and all the right
cliches.

my eyes.
our eyes.
locked and willing.
terrified and fighting to pull
away.

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