whenever we look at each other
when I can't help steeling extra looks on you
when we were mutual
Our skin brushed
freckles, a little
wrinkles too, lack of moisture
when I pray my skin to be as soft as yours
When I learn by heart how lovely
your hands were made
I remember how much I used to adore it
from afar
And your height when we
stand just next to each other
Random strolls on imaginary tracks
It is not about a form of physical embodiment
it is, having you so close to me
warm, then melt
I never knew you were so much
I know I can hear you
I'm missing you
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