The back of your neck

When you haven't seen someone in months The places your subconscious wanders off to change Your dreams are different Your strongest desires suddenly seem strange to other people who do not understand These days I dream of touching the back of your neck Feeling the softness of your hair The warmth of your skin With each of my ten fingers It's a feeling I think about a lot The back of your neck Wrapping my arms around your shoulders Forgetting how much taller you are than me Remembering instantly Muscle memory I write about that a lot too Because it's real Not many people dream of flinging their arms around someone's neck In an embrace so close A moment so detailed That they wake up staring at their hands Wondering why they are empty And not on your skin Waking up feeling like I'd been robbed blind Because I swore I just had you again Only I never did This is the only place I can see you now Stare into your eyes that echo into infinity Feel the warmth radiating off of your skin And touch the back of your neck With my hands

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