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Even in March 2019

There are days, like today,

and yesterday,

and a few days ago,

that I miss you;

the power of your words,

your eyes, your warmth, and soul.

And I wonder how you continue to captivate me.

And my lips feel chained to your heart and it’s heavy.

And I wish, more than anything, that everything went right

then, maybe, my head would still be on your chest and my lips on your finger tips.

Instead, I float to space where it’s cold and quiet.

My eyes and my hands are damp,

and I feel far, far away,

from my soul.

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