I have this feeling, a sensation, if you will.
You touch me and the impression left
lasts for days, wearing a hole in my skin,
my heart.
I stay in bed when I wake to let it linger. If my eyes stay shut, you're still here.
The sun rises and my vision fades.
I stretch, unable not to, like a cat and out,
through my limbs, my fingers, you move, back into your own world.
The world where
you and I do not exist
together.
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