I write to bring you closer. To imagine your fingers
trailing the curve of my spine. To recall
how the span of your hands were exactly
the width of my hips. And how our bodies would fall
like words on a crossword puzzle.
I write for the raw ache in my bones when the ink
seeps into paper - for the bittersweet sorrow that
comes from bringing you back.
trailing the curve of my spine. To recall
how the span of your hands were exactly
the width of my hips. And how our bodies would fall
like words on a crossword puzzle.
I write for the raw ache in my bones when the ink
seeps into paper - for the bittersweet sorrow that
comes from bringing you back.
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