Saturday, August 27, 2011

Day 768: short

sometimes i can feel you touching through me
like a promise that will never be made
hold me tighter
you just linger
i have no power in that
your touch
not something i've practiced
but i can tell the ways you move already
how you cut through the water
i wonder
how long you will glide
through my mind
will you dissipate
in your goodbye

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