“Again”

love

You ever meet someone
and
their face stays there—
clinging to the depths
of your mind
And the shattered part
of your soul feels less
troubled,
less grief,
and so to be with him—
to be back where
his skin
met yours,
you let your hair fall to the table
as you press your cheek
down upon
the wood
and, with eyes closed,
you let yourself
be with him
again.

 

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