I remember that we’ve never met

I’m fairly sure we’ve never met
yet I long to hold your hand
like we’re touching for the hundredth time

I was shocked to feel regret
for the pain I had yet to inflict
and for the marks I had already left under your skin

I don’t think I know your name
but I remember your favorite color
and the way your fingers felt across my back

you’ve smiled that smile once before
though I haven’t seen it yet
but I know it's mine and mine alone

I believe you already know me
but shake my hand
I’d like to introduce myself again

and maybe this time
it will all come back
and your head will find its way back to my chest

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