Missing You.

You are not here.

But if I close my eyes for long enough and let my restless mind wander,

I can picture you right next to me and

feel your breathing on my neck.

feel your chapped lips on mine.

feel your arms wrapped tightly around my body with your fingers tracing my backbone.

While our legs are entangled underneath these very sheets.

As if you are already imprinted on this skin of mine.

And you have never left.

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