i didn't realise it before,
but i have missed you for days.
it's not that i haven't seen you,
i feel like i haven't seen you.
like your flesh have spent forever
trying to find mine, and vice versa -
even though barely hours ago
we were touching skin to skin.
maybe its the night wearing
thin on my outta layer,
rubbing off all remembrance,
or maybe it is, in actual fact,
we have had chance encounters,
but nothing deeper than a graze.