i still sleep on my side as if you are here.
the undercurrents of memories
gently pull me to you.
the swirling nostalgic waters are forever there
and i feel that i can not push against them.

i give in.

falling into cool thoughts of you, letting
my face get wet. now submerged,
i'm feeling your hands through
my hair, your skin along my skin.
your fingers trailing my spine.

surfacing for air, the present
feels like a shadow of the
ease i felt in your arms.


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