If I could recreate reality

If I could recreate reality I'd soften the finality Of your forced farewell. I'd make it so That I can peel Your every kiss-shaped memory From my skin And keep them in a tin. So that when I miss Your goey lips Against my cheek or chin I'd simply take them out And let them kiss themselves Onto my skin again. If I could recreate reality I'd lessen the enormity Of my endless emptiness. I'd sew a song Into the you-shaped hole Of longing your life left Imprinted on my soul. A never-ending Heart-mending singsong To fill me and Fulfill me. But wait... If I could recreate reality I'd have no use for tinned kisses Or pointless paltry poetry Or stitches in my soul. Because you'd be here. And I'd be whole.

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