I felt you , the way I do many nights in my own constructed reality. Funny thing is, I don't wish for you, don't crave you in my dreams. I have found territory for your memory. A place I can preserve your beauty and our sins. A place far from my heart where you can't rot me away.
But I felt you. Inside my bones, between my hair, underneath all these years of forgiveness. You tasted the same, same aroma, same touch, same look. You acted the same. Same insults, same games. Same ending. You have a funny way of making me doubt for a minute if I ever had a way to breakaway from it all before it went to shreds. I don't know anymore. But I still thank you for your visits and your long awaited presence.
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