clings to my bottom lip just like
a tear.
your scent crashes through me
and i'm brought back to oceans
and seagulls.
an image of you clouds my mind
and all i can focus on is that
unfailing smile.
i hold on with my might and yet
i find my fingers slipping one
by one.
my heart implodes with the ease
of a grieving woman and fills
with nostalgia.
all at once it disappears, flees
from my invented cage of
immanent fear.
slowly, i tumble down to the
thought of your resting
body and mind.
i curl into these smoky images
and pretend like a little girl
that these are your arms.
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