I have forgotten your touch,
I no longer remember the curve of
your body in mine. I see that
clouds really never take structure.
I see the crater of your eyes
and the dark circles below them.
Like sand to its ocean, I am tied to my memories of you-
strong, sometimes dark, vague.
Sometimes they swell and crash into my soul
and sometimes the direction of the wind keeps them at bay.
My pain is not a wound,
just an ache that nags
and if you brought your hands to my face,
if you touched your lips with mine.
I have forgotten you yet
You drown me, like the tide that whisks
its unsuspecting victim away.
I am surprised when I turn around and you are not there.
Because of you, the cool salt spray
reminds me of fall; because of you,
I seek out any sign: blue skies, the perfect storm.
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