Our conversation is abundantly there, yet, a vast ocean flows between us.
My heart is struck and it motions like a flickering candle.
That’s
the little but essential hope that lusters within me.
Though some days are better than others – I can’t ever stop
loving you.
Your touch feels like warm laundry right out of the dryer.
I can never get enough.
Melancholy at its fullest.
Hello Tuesday
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