Feeling wistful and listless
remembering those times
I’d come home to your
chalked fingerprints
on the lock of the front door…
The smell of you perforating everything
as I ascended those steps
to you and
you were always waiting.
I love those memories
of cold days spent
in your arms doing nothing —
but nothing is what we do best.
My high school problems
melted away within your electric embrace,
your energy coursing my veins,
shocking me anew every time.
Saying goodbye (for now - not forever)
created a perfect dissonance —
to be in harmony again
in our next encounter.
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