.... I wanted not to have known
last to recover.
I wanted to go back in time and see us walking hand in hand.
longed scenes with moist eyes that will never return.
I touch your hand, passing on my face.
I looked next to me in dreams and memories.
stroked your back a long time just to watch you sleep.
cried together looking for your heat.
smiled after seeing that you were gone.
wrote this thinking of me and ended up being for you.
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