The last time we met.
      I thought I hugged you tight,

Somehow it seems less now,  
Stars suddenly dim
making the moon
           restless. 
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Hard to breathe, harder to pretend.
                                         Pretence, because normal is non existent 
                                         Pretence, because my happiness, chose
                                               you over me                                                                  ­          
I thought I kissed you
enough,  

that the world would explode,
if we did some more,
I wish I had rather let the world explode,
 for every night,
my heart busts aches with regret.
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                                            The last time we met, I pulled you closer
                                          
Hoping to catch your scent,
snugly tucked, safely stored  
                                      guarded, in my memory.
 
That's all there is now,
a mild scent as evidence
reminding things,
for how it used to be.