Will I ever get to lift your dress off
as I slide my fingers on your body again?
Will my pillow hold your small delicate face to rest once more?
Will my bed breathe your warmth and scent in the morning anew?
Will I grow from these frozen collections that I keep going back to at all?
Will I play thoughts in my mind and make me feel both sullied
and hungry for more all at once?


I thought I was your other half.
A note you wrote in my journal said...

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