Do you think of me when I think of you?
Do you reminisce those captivating moments,
Like remembering words to a favorite forgotten song?
Our adventures are the tune
But how we felt is the lyrics.
Do you let the blank, tarnished pages of a broken relationship further digress?
Or try to preserve and cherish what used to be?
Do you dwell on what could have, would have, or might have been?
Question your authority to control your own life?
Or let it all slip through the cracks of your fingers,
Watching those special moments trickle out of your grasp
And seep into the ground, letting the world trod over them?
Do you ache to remember the grazing of lips?
The sweeping of hair?
The brush of skin?
The electric continuity between us?
Do you wish to inhale the aroma once believed to be so intoxicating?
Do you miss the close proximity of our beings?
The feeling that the only living things in existence were beneath the same night sky?
Do you long to discover the life behind those aged, yet excited eyes?
Because I do.
I want to relive those sleepless nights.
I want to remember the way we felt.
I want to feel the touch of skin.
I want to know.
You.
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