craving an extra doze of you
my senses engulfing
the tonality of your voice how you speak
your brown palms, stubby fingers
your soul that I thought I saw with my blurred vision
I tried registering it all
the physical
spiritual
hints of where we've met, and clicked
finding traces of our memory
for I fear that I will forget once again
if I knew you couldn't meet me
would I?
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