Is it wrong?
Days flit by
Haunting memories
I miss breathing near your neck
I miss you adjusting my hair
I miss touching your face
I miss looking down in to your face
How foolish of me.
Undeniable emotional intensity
To be broken again and again by recurring memories.
In the saddest way
Everything I thought I am, I would feel
Turned out to not be mine
Shattered expectations
The only remedy I see is to flee and erase.
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