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The Space Between Sand and Skin You kissed me in camo beneath morning light, Orders in hand, boots laced up tight— New ring still warm on your finger’s grace, Gone too soon, with fire on your face. You left for a land of endless dust, While I stayed back with memory’s rust. The house is haunted not by ghosts, But echoes of what I feared the most. Your scent on sheets, your laugh in rooms, Wake the war drums, old perfume— I tried to bury all that hell, But love like yours became the shell. Nights drag slow through sleepless fights, Flashbacks lit by bathroom lights. I count each breath, I grip the floor, Then whisper your name like a whispered war. But God—when you’re back for those fleeting weeks, No words, just skin, no need to speak. You crash into me like the ocean’s roar, I drown in you, beg, and ask for more. Your body—battle-hardened, bold— Takes me places I used to hold. In that heat, we shed the weight, Of every bomb, every twist of fate. Then gone again—you disappear— And I’m left clutching what feels like fear. But this time love is my parade, And in its arms, I’m less afraid. Come back to me, my fire, my flame— Each day I wait, I whisper your name. You wear the uniform, I wear the scars, But we still meet beneath the stars. © 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
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Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
MNPikey
The Space Between Sand And Skin
The Space Between Sand and Skin You kissed me in camo beneath morning light, Orders in hand, boots laced up tight— New ring still warm on your finger’s grace, Gone too soon, with fire on your face. You left for a land of endless dust, While I stayed back with memory’s rust. The house is haunted not by ghosts, But echoes of what I feared the most. Your scent on sheets, your laugh in rooms, Wake the war drums, old perfume— I tried to bury all that hell, But love like yours became the shell. Nights drag slow through sleepless fights, Flashbacks lit by bathroom lights. I count each breath, I grip the floor, Then whisper your name like a whispered war. But God—when you’re back for those fleeting weeks, No words, just skin, no need to speak. You crash into me like the ocean’s roar, I drown in you, beg, and ask for more. Your body—battle-hardened, bold— Takes me places I used to hold. In that heat, we shed the weight, Of every bomb, every twist of fate. Then gone again—you disappear— And I’m left clutching what feels like fear. But this time love is my parade, And in its arms, I’m less afraid. Come back to me, my fire, my flame— Each day I wait, I whisper your name. You wear the uniform, I wear the scars, But we still meet beneath the stars. © 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
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The same place I first told you I loved you And where it all came crumbling down Is the last place I saw you now Different occasions, same parking garage Where you expanded and shattered my heart Tell me how did we get this far On Christmas Eve I missed my flight Because I took too long saying good bye Part of me must have known it would be the last time If you think of me tonight, if you think of me at all I hope you remember me strong I hope you remember that I Will love you my whole life
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 2:22 PM UTC
colettealexia
GEG
The same place I first told you I loved you And where it all came crumbling down Is the last place I saw you now Different occasions, same parking garage Where you expanded and shattered my heart Tell me how did we get this far On Christmas Eve I missed my flight Because I took too long saying good bye Part of me must have known it would be the last time If you think of me tonight, if you think of me at all I hope you remember me strong I hope you remember that I Will love you my whole life
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