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this is what it looks like



barren

blank

in absentia
She looks just like your type

The kind you leave eventually

     because she’s not me

I will see    you     again

.
You’ll do it to me every time …. … .



the pinch and burn

I

can’t

not
I had the strangest thought
as I pulled up to the stop sign

You lifted your finger as if to wave
when I signaled you to proceed from the
four way stop

and I thought
“What if that was a potential ….”
the possibilities endless
and the moment lost
so sad that I can’t share this joy with you

telling that you’re not here
The days go trickling past
as the day goes trickling past

When I finally find myself on the other side of the door.....

Facing the precipice

Toes curled in anticipation
....suspense

or terror

To meet your gaze
awkwardness abounds

Feels like home

Both welcoming and bittersweet after all this time

nothing but
time
separating us

Except in this moment
I love you like an earthquake crashing the world in on us

It’s been two years since I touched you

Yet I still feel you
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