Sometimes, I miss
My old curtains, my old socks
My old skin, my old thoughts.
Veins and words that tangle in me
They tie me, to us, to you.
Of all the memories that inhabit my mind,
Your pulse against mine
Your fingers in mine
Flow seamless in me.
A thousand eyes, a million smiles
Frozen on purple lips.
While moon kisses the darkness of this night.
I fill this room with my presence,
Four walls contain my thoughts.
Ever eager, to fly free
From life, people, expectations, and me.
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