Cimeara (cimeara) wrote in heart_on,


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There are no metaphors for loss

We talk and you put your hand over my wrist and I don't want
To seem unappreciative so I rest my other hand on yours
Only the fingertips and we walk and I touch your
Shoulder with the back of my hand I don't dare reach
With open palm and we hug as we say goodbye and your
Arms are gentle around me as I return it with so little
Pressure letting you slide through my fingers as my
Cheek brushes the tweed of your coat and if it were
Rougher I would stay and hold you and rub my cheek
Catlike against you till the skin wore off and I
Marked you as my own.
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